Leaving Falkirk

The wind blew warm that day, so warm
Her red-brown hair blew ’round her face;
She moved forward to touch me with
An air of faint pity, and grace

I said that I’d be leaving soon
To travel on, complete my search;
From Falkirk where I left my heart
Entombed within her speckled church

Scottish Lass

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Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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