Thoughts On Culter

TO the villagers of Culter

Who are old enough to recall.

The troops who were stationed there,

Head Quarters, your town hall.

To the Service Corps,

I did belong in the early years of the war,

Many units followed us,

Many units were there before.

Almost all of us were strangers

Culter was stranger still

But what a friend I found up there,

At Crown Terrace, up School Hill.

Throughout this world there are hundreds

Of ex soldiers just like me

think of Scotland and of Culter,

That village by the Dee.

I am happy to remember

While in the service of the Crown

That I staved a -while in Culter

And there I met Ma Brown.

I've seen her but twice since then.

The years move swiftly by

Letters and cards were exchanged

Between Ma Brown and I.

Now God has called her to His side

Her task on earth, well done

A special place He has for her

Her reward has just begun.

When next I am in Culter,

One place I must surely see

Is the quiet grave at St Peter's

Down there, by the Dee.

L.Gadd