On Causewayside

Did they build this tenement

With stone from Fife?

Does it have a memory

Of an earlier life?

Before it was transported

To be cut with pride

And built up to let look down

On Causewayside

At the edge of the pavement

There stands a girl

Of no more than three

Years in this world

Looking up at her mother

with sheer delight

For a moment

On Causewayside

The rats in the sewer

And the autumn sky

Stand still for a moment

And so do I

As we touch the eternal

Then the cold wind sighed

And blowed it away

Down Causewayside