Kilbirnie
Last night I dreamt of Lilac trees, Upon the Garnock Stream, amid the thorns and briars thick a purple colour beamed I thought about the folk who came and chanced upon this sight perhaps ancestors, long since gone left it burning bright Perhaps a bird did carry it from far and distant lands or from a child´s hands it fell and grew to proudly stand Or from the Castle seeds did blow across the glade and vine to where the lovers meet in quiet with bodies deep entwined