Mary Smith - Author, Poet and Journalist


Scene Shifters

Millions of years in the making
moorland, hill and heather,
mosses and bog.

A continuous chain of actions,
reactions –

earthquakes, volcanoes, glaciers,
ever changing weather
people, planting, felling, farming…

Landscape today is not an end result,
but only a single frame
in a long-running, slow motion movie.

How well will we act our parts
in the next scene?

from Cairnsmore: The Big Hill



Mary Smith

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