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In Search of Ugliness

Drummore
Reflections of a Londoner

Search as I may
Along the length of the Rhinns
I can find no ugliness
In God’s creation there.

Man has not ventured
Across these sands of time
With his towers of
Glass and concrete –
All remains sublime.
Beauty is paramount.
The braes, the lochs,
The glens are as they were
Since the first day
God’s hand fused the world.
No ugliness there.
A gentle hand it was
That created the sky –
No cumulus to threaten those below
But gentle cirrus.

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