There’s a Village for Sale in Scotland
There’s a village for sale in Scotland.
Only $173,000 and that includes mossy ruins
and a beach on the loch.
In Scotland, thunderclouds won’t stall overhead
dumping inches of rain at a time, flooding the yard.
In Scotland, the yard waste is always picked up on time
and the neighbors don’t build smoky fires with wet wood.
In Scotland, Democracy is not failing,
racism is not systemic, and police are always helpful.
Though there’s a village for sale in Scotland
I’m not buying it.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021
Laura Shovan takes us to the Black Lagoon for this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup.
A(nother) Year of Reading 
It sounds like the perfect spot for a writers’ retreat! Hope the switch to WordPress isn’t causing too many headaches.
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Ooooooh, I think Catherine is on to something. Yes, a writer’s retreat village! Your last line is so perfect a punch. It reminds me of a gymnast nailing a dismount from a vault jump. If I had the money….would I buy a village? Oh, the thought is enough to entertain me.
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Mary Lee, I’m glad you’re not buying it, but sticking it out in the U.S. to help some of our weaknesses. I was fascinated to read about the village for sale. As Linda said, considering it is a fun thought!
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Your last line is perfect, Mary Lee. Just when I wanted to buy into this perfect place, you brough me back down to reality.
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But we can always dream of it… And then dig in here, work, and hope, thanks Mary Lee. Welcome to WordPress blogging–which continues to keep my little gray cells on attention…
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Love what you have done here Mary Lee. Quite an achievement using the story elements so effectively in making your incisive poem. The final line is both powerful and perfect. All that glitters…
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I like following the line of thought here, and that satisfying snapping shut at the end. We can dream…
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I get it through & through, like my “icing on the cake”, too sweet a deal! Love the way you led us down that garden path, Mary Lee! Wishing you happy days at home!
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This is lovely. I love how “there’s a village for sale in Scotland” repeats, and how you turn it around at the end. This is both meditative and resolute. Thank you for sharing this.
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Lovely poem. We choose what we love, with all its flaws. But I’d love to go to that village and long to visit again that mossy, blustery part of the world.
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Oh, I’m so intrigued by this village for sale. It reminded me of Camelot, where it never rains til after sundown, etc, etc. Your poem is the perfect entry into daydreams of what-if’s and wonderings and then, like Laura said, you brought us back to earth with your final line. Masterly!
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Mary Lee, I am finally here for one of your special poems. The topic of home keeps you afloat. I like the repetitive nature of your initial thought, in Scotland, but really enjoyed your ending like all the others did.
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I just love this so much.
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