I wrote this poem after a creative writing class in a Gallery very
near Waverley station. It evoked so much in a week that the Flying
Scotsman took us back in time and the new Trainspotting filming has
started across the city. Hope you like it. And thanks to Angela for the
photo that's started it all off.....choo choo
Glenrothes with Thornton
Trainspotted Edinburgh
transported to
another time
and peace
broken by memories
Glenrothes with Thornton
a flying Scottish
memory
of fields
rapeseed blazes
red rusted bridges
Excited journeys
Promises of joyful
train trips
Childhood
life stretching ahead
unknown
This blog is about my thoughts on my own experience of breast cancer and becoming disabled, on self care, my passion for improving health and healthcare and about heartful leadership in all areas of life.
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