Prologue - believe it or not there are about 500 poems on the board now, most of these are in a rhyming meter - as a diversion, in this and maybe subsequent blogs, I want to experiment with free verse, poems that don't rhyme...if it works GREAT, if it doesn't work..still GREAT! For any Cuckoo The ground is adorned with violets and the verges are bedecked with pink freely I float over corn fields in the gold of the evening light cuckoo, cuckoo my call resounds across the moor as dew hangs in beads on the grass the good land is breathing in peace now I know that my children are safe cuckoo, cuckoo still wild flowers cling to the sandy soil as the moon rises high above the loch nothing is stronger than a Mothers love forgive me if you will, I stole what was mine cuckoo, cuckoo. Scotland's far North West - Cuckoo Land Purple Arrows Looking up at the towering oaks at leafy lanes unseen to our eyes purple arrows dart across the branches from emerald canopies in...