That day I thought,
Only with scents - scents of dark polished wood
Deep old carpets and well worn chairs
The musty wooden toy box that in the hall stood.
Odours that rose,
From the plants by the front window
From the green leather of Grandpe's throne
And the strong-smelling varnish of the kitchen table.
In the bedroom too,
The musty old books I knew so well
The doll who's hair smelt tulip and rose
The fishtank where damp and scaly smells dwelt.
It was enough,
To watch to sun breech horizon and glow
To breath in crisp, damp morning air
And through open doors watch the wakening of Glasgow.
Created: Jan 06, 2012alba Document Media