WATERLOO

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WATERLOO
[a poem by Peter Scott-Gordon]

‘Today seems not indifferent to yesterday‘
so Big Ted said to me
as we set off on another wee adventure
[I think that he was talking about the weather,
but I may have misheard him,
as the Land Rover we travel in is noisy]
[It is also 64 years old and the milometer has clocked again].

Today [not indifferent to yesterday]
we set off for Waterloo.
Yes, WATERLOO!
No, not the battle site,
but a former fairm
remote in the Scottish Heilan’s!

On oor Caledonian adventures,
Big Ted refers to me as Sancho Panza, we are, after all
the kind, as people say
who like to go on adventures.
And the more madcap the better!

It was a fair trek to Waterloo,
but hill aifter hill made
beauty of the distance.
Oor adventure felt like an ‘art’ of farewell.

Finally, we reached Waterloo:
sweaty and puggled,
we found it to be:
the faintest, lightest, nearly not there.