Pim Claridge

Life in the Scottish Borders, one stanza at a time

Foxtrot Feet

As I stood at the edge of the world
I could blow with the gusting wind
as it swept the dusty plains
where wild white horses flow.
I could sing all the songs I’d ever heard
of sorrow, and loss and love,
I could fly with the birds in a cloudless sky
or walk autumn woods in the dawn,
and remember the time when love was new
and the touch of your hand on mine.
On the edge of the world I could touch the stars,
and kiss the face of the waning moon
So dredge the rivers swirling depths
and drag the loch where lilies rock,
come to the edge of the world with me,
dance on the clouds with foxtrot feet
and talk with the angels all night long!