Out go to everyone
quick smile and ready laughter,
warm look like the sun,
a voice like running water.
There is no still pool in him,
no linn brooding, quiet and dim.
It lies but lightly, that warm look.
He curves, and flashes, and runs on.
His mood comes glinting, and is gone,
twisting, beyond a silent rock.
"I have selected this poem because it is compact, not repetitive and has some happy sounding words in it like smile, laughter and sun. Though I am not sure that the poem in its entirety is a joyous one it is less morose than the majority of his poems!!!"
Donald McAllister Tarbert Harbour Master: