Paradise on Earth

A collection of poems by David Morin

Caught some Fish

Ranging mountains surrounded a small Highland loch

The skies were blue with large and scattered clouds

It was the end of September and the air felt mild

The small loch had many curves and small inlets

On one of the inlets stood a solitary cottage with fir trees close by

Peat smoke drifted lazily upwards in the still air

A small rowing boat approached the inlet

The two fishermen were returning to the cottage with their catch of brown trout

The light was starting to fade

All was well