This poem is based on a poem, Spring Walk to the Pavilion of Good Crops and Peace, by Ou Yang Hsiu (1007 - 1072), translation by Kenneth Rexroth
The trees on Bothwell Road are brilliant with red leaves
and the Campsies are brown.
The sun, hidden, is about to set.
Over the whole of Hamilton
a multi-grey carpet of cloud
rains to infinity.
I, the lone passer-by, don't care
That this is supposed to be summer sunshine.
Carefree, I walk towards the Mausoleum
dripping in my home town
rooted and nurtured by these familiar streets.