The Falls of Dochart, Killin, Scotland
In spate, the falls flow full and fast.
They tumble over large flat rocks.
They’re more like rapids some observe.
Their noise impresses passersby.
It’s nature’s best in one long blast.
When water’s low we take off socks.
We snap some pictures of it all.
And walk so slow, at least we try.
The narrow road, the stony bridge,
The ancient mill, the hills and trees,
The row of old white houses there,
They all combine to glorify.
We’re glad we stopped as we went past,
Which we’ll relive in future talks.
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