LOOKING ACROSS THE TAY W e have a favourite place in Scotland that overlooks the River Tay, so we often just sit there and watch the water. The Tay is also known as the ‘Silver’ Tay and it really does shine silver. It’s a very beautiful river. Behind where we sit, there is an Old People’s Care Home and the ladies are often sat in their little conservatory. Although they are old and sometimes fragile, you can still see in them the lovely young women they once were. That they can see the Tay, too, must be a tremendous pleasure to them. LOOKING ACROSS THE TAY The swans are out again, Shimmering on the dark water, Dipping into the splashes of moonlight They become moonlight themselves, Every feather sculpted in light. Little white snowflake swans Drifting down the silent river. Behind us lies the Care Home, Where glass walls welcome the lovely moon And one lone bed With a quilt as red as roses, Lies empty in a corner. The old ladies who live there, Watching the wh