Carluke High School: Andrew McGregor
The soft, pliable, flourishing grass
Would spring back after my tread
Almost as if sponge like.
As I had hoped, in the furthest corner
Of the field the big tups loomed.
But now, they ran.
No, he had urged it.
Youre a big boy now he had persuaded
Dont be a wee lassy was the taunt.
They tumble from their corner
Surging over the grass flooding it.
My original fears are reborn.
The pail I had carried scalt
And now, I ran.
by Andrew McGregor