From the train go up
up that twisted road
and first find a pub
on the Royal Mile
before all things
before you unpack or sleep
you must listen to the people
let their accents tell you
where you are
taste their food
drink their drink
feel the cobblestone turn under foot
find your tartan or adopt one
hear the bagpipes in the air
broken only by ancient church bells
that cry for the ghosts
underground or trapped in graveyards
where the dead still play
then hike up Arthur’s Seat and
stand against all winds
all directions
to overlook the majesty of Edinburgh
a castle on every corner
a drink in every hand
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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