Donald was our neighbour and friend for fifteen years. He lived in the small croft house next to the river. We spent memorable evenings infront of the fire with a dram laughing and exchanging stories. Happy times.
Here is an excerpt from the poem.
The luminous walls glowed in the moonlight,
Gable window flickered with orange delight.
Smoke plumes rose from the chimney stack,
As charred wood aroma called us back…