Kilbirnie
Rain at Jocks Burn John 5: The Pool of Bethesda) An angel clad in white winged robes with hands upon the pool A surge of water gushes forth, clear, transparent, cool Children watch upon the bridge with raincoats, darkened caps My mother calls me not to fear, the bridge’s missing slats Like needles dropping in the stream, rain pierces to the ground Raising thoughts in Children’ s minds with every plopping sound And as the Angel, golf course walks, the clouds clear with his step Revealing brighter thoughts for man with every place he treads By Crawfurd’s castle, blue skies clear and children move away Their raincoats filled with water still seem strange in Summer’s days Shadows clear upon the fields and hope again appears Within the showers, sunny glades where man has nought to fear Long after Angels hands descend or sun upon Man’s dreams Still the pool, it gushes forth pushing all upstream And on the Minds of local men an Angel dares to tread Stirring healing loving thoughts upon the dying bed.