New Lanark..

New Lanark,

beutiful,
lovely,
nice to look at heritage site,

people fishing,
catching trout,
whilst admiring around about,

flowing,
impressive,
long river clyde,

weaving,
exhausting,
long wooden walkway by the river clyde,

colourful,
inspiring,
big and little flowers of every kind,

annoying,
always busy,
big hotel brimming with hungry tourists wanting a taste of the culture,

nice,
kind,
people who live there to,

crumbling,
ancient,
deserted village hall,

loud,
big,
belltower ringing at new year,

classic,
well heard of,
classic story of annie mcloud,

my take on the little village.

Scotland...

Scotland,

This is what makes Scotland the way it is,
 expectation of warmth and bright sun in summer but yet it is as bitter and cold as winter,
tartan kilts and tartan hats,
 beutiful smell of haggis coming out of the oven,
whilst the nips and tatties are getting mashed,
 cobalt blue soltaire,
 broons "n" Oor wullie making you laugh,
fish and chips with mushy peas,
country  dancing boring you to death.

Well it is stereotypically, really its like everywhere else... really...

This is Freedom

Freedom,

This is freedom,
the gentle breeze brushing against my skin,
the sound of crashing waves whilst seagulls fly above,
the smell of salty sea water and freshly cut grass,
the noise of birds tweeting and leaves rustling,
whilst the bright sun shines brightly,
thats what makes moments of freedom so special.