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20/04/2026

Scotland in my heart ❤️

20/04/2026

09/11/2025

A SOLDIERS LETTER

My darling if I do not return
Let your tears flow,
Then stop and dry your eyes
And grieve for me no more.

Take a look around you
I am there in all you see,
Search inside your mind
At how we used to be.

Remember my bright eyes,
Remember my cheerful smile,
Think of me now
Away from the battle cry.

See me in the bird that soars
Up in the clear blue sky,
Touch me in the trees
As you pass them by.

Hear my laughter in the waters,
Hear my whispering in the leaves,
See my features in our children’s faces
Remember all of our memories.

Live for our children
Set aside your grief and pain,
Teach them what is right
Or my death will be in vain.

Inside us all is an inner strength
Find it please, for them,
Then be patient my darling
Until we meet again.

Lynn Robinson

08/07/2025

Wooden Heart
The wind howled on a winter’s day,
I felt so vulnerable as my body swayed.
I couldn’t stop, I had no choice
I obeyed with horror, the storms voice.
I let go of my lingering leaves;
That tinkled music in a gentle breeze.
I was naked now, stark and grey
As the storm upped its games play.
And then I felt it, oh no why me,
I am yet young; for a tree.
Alas my great bough fell to the ground
And I shuddered at the reverberant sound.
I stood there bleeding, but still I stood tall
Revealing my heart to one and all,
Now I stand for all to see,
We are living things, protect your trees.

Lynn Robinson

07/05/2025

THE SEA ROCK.

I rise up out of deep water
To find you caressing, gently touching me...
Where yesterday you pounded me,
Tried to break me into a thousand shards.
Your mood was dark, angry, violent.
Today you sparkle and tickle the shore tenderly,
You laugh with the gulls:-
Where yesterday you laughed at them...
Daring them to risk diving into your foul temper.
The sand glistens like grains of sugar
In the morning sunlight.....
And the birds rake amongst the seaweed.
Yet there is debris from your tempestuous mind of yesterday,
Limply, void of life..... lays a gannet.

Lynn Robinson

22/04/2025

MY CATHEDRAL OF TREES.

Through peaceful, restful woodland I walked,
Yet I knew I was not alone.
I passed into a cathedral of trees
Where branches entwined like a dome.

In the centre stood an old tree stump
And I was drawn towards that way,
Spiritual emotions emerged
As I stood at that alter to pray.

The leaves of the canopy whispered
Loving words to me,
Was this gods’ voice that spoke,
Maker of all I see.

Sunbeams were shining bright angels
That danced through the leaves,
To hymns nature’s choir sang
In my cathedral of trees.

There in my restful state of mind
My beliefs were reconfirmed,
My inner conscience ate the staff of life
As I stood upon that holy ground.

There my soul drank;
I swallowed the beauty of all I could see,
I gulped in the peace and tranquility
Of all that surrounded me.

As I said a farewell prayer;
I felt at last I belonged,
Amongst my cathedral of trees
Listening to nature’s heavenly song.

BY
LYNN ROBINSON