Echo down the Cairn Valley

A poem by David Neilson written in 2020

There was a murmur in the wind,

by sibilant alders’ susurration,

a song from silence emanating

searching for incorporation.

Here the Cairn Water flowing

from the hills beyond Benbuie

by Colt hill and past the Byre

strides that burn of utmost beauty.

Now the song and waters meet

at Moniave. By some conceit

her eager ear they both inspire:

Kate, at the bridge, gives to the choir,

from silence born, a melody:

evokes in them their harmony.