SILENT POWER

Slender silver statues grace
he summit of the hill,
arms so gently turning
e'en though the day is still

Gently turning whate'er the hour,
light or dark no difference makes.
Gently turning making power
from the lonely hills it radiates.

High up on the purple hills,
the summits they command.
These shining silver windmills
making power for all the land

Nessie Gell

EAST LOTHIAN

'Now we are very lucky'
the old man said to me
'living in this County
between the hills and sea'.

Gently rolling uplands
glowing fields of corn
brightly flowering meadows
fields with sheep all shorn.

Quiet winding byways
forests thick and green
streams that ripple merrily
a pleasant rustic scene.

The main road it will take you
perchance you want to go
to the busy town with bustling streets
folks rushing to and fro.

But not for me the busy street,
give me the country lane
and the earthy smell of the garden
after a refreshing shower of rain.

Oh! yes we're very lucky
as I heard the old man say,
Oh! yes we're very lucky
So I know I'm here to stay.

Nessie Gell