Sheep Shit and Peat Bogs

Sheep Shit and Peat Bogs

Urgh.
Arran is horrible.
Well, not really,
But it is where I am

The ground’s mushy, squishy
Muddy from two late storms
And where there’s drier, higher land
Little tufts of yellow stalk grass,
There’s sheep shit, piles of it

Sheep shit, FYI, is soft and round
Brown black and like giant bunny currents
But yellowish, grassy texture,
When you step in it unawares,
Stinking up my £3 rented hiking boots

The peat bogs are the worst, though
Not deep enough to be tanned in,
But they grasp enough
And hold your feet in weedy Hell
There’s miles and miles of them,
Backed by a sunlit Dumfries and Kintyre

Otherwise, I guess, Arran’s quite nice,
Snow dusted mountains, the sea lapping
At its rocky, seaweed carpeted floor
The views are nice, dramatic, like the Lake District
Lovely clouds too.