The Road’s End - by
Ower the hills by Lauderdale
/ The road swings lang and free;
/ And, eastart by Pencaitland,
/ It brings ye to the sea;
/ By Dalkeith and…
roads
Near Linton Burnfoot - by
Tarred roads, metal cattle-grids and wheel tracks mesh
/ so tightly no land can escape. Tractor ruts
/ cut deep into the grass to…
Highways and Byways - by
Highways for eident feet,
/ That hae their mile to gae;
/ But byways when spring is sweet,
/ …