RAB Wilson of New Cumnock describes the background to his sonnet, composed just last week: "Oot cyclin yestirday, afore the waither broke an discovered this idyllic spot amang the hinterlands o Mid-Nithsdale.
A magical spot indeed!" The poem itself is in English.
IN MEMORY OF TOM CARRICK
Who Tom Carrick was, I've no idea.
But this pristine new bench now bears his name,
A strange re-cycled plastic requiem,
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