We're all Poets at Heart

A Poem by Balhousie Residents

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A morning glory sunrise we’d welcome near every day

The weather is constantly changing in each and every way

Here it comes again, grey clouds and the bloomin rain

The wild wild wind spinning the weather vane


Snow, slush & ice the skiers might be glad to see

But the cold and frosty mornings are not good for me

Thunder claps, lightning strikes, hail stones the size of conkers

Anyone going out in that, they must be bloomin bonkers


By  Pam, Nina, George, Nancy, Monica and Cath