3 Rivers

Three Rivers that run through my door

I walk beside them just to see how they flow

Watching the rivers flow stills my brain

I feel at home in the early morning rain

One flows from the south west down along the glen

The other starts at the east side of long Loch Earn

One tumbles down from the North

With its Deil's Cauldrons and their foam and froth

Blackthorn and Hawthorn bloom in the Spring

Wild Garlic and Bluebells do their thing