Dimmin’ Doon

On the 12^th a dim warmth

Reveals the bon fires piled high

The sashed bands travel miles

Around the prescribed route

Without a backwards glance

Chanting brief songs to fifes

Making their summer living end

As Celts move onward

To a different union

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories

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