Sunday, August 07, 2016

Bothy in Scotland Part1

We arrived at the bothy and I looked in the window to a dark interior. On my mind was "The Hill Farmer Speaks" by R. S. Thomas. I saw my reflection with the mountains behind, 'reflections of the way life used to be', farm buildings in ruins and this last house, long deserted.
"I am the farmer, stripped of love
And thought and grace by the land's hardness;
But what I am saying over the fields'
Desolate acres, rough with dew,
Is Listen, listen, I am a man like you....."