Poem: ‘Corsock’
Christopher Salvesen, 19 April 1984
Into the streets and the sun – Going home, let out from school, To tea – Buccleuch Street, Vennel, Down we ran to the Whitesands Where the buses started from. As well as mine, there was one ... One that I always looked for, A different colour and shape – Its bonnet was like a car’s – From the bigger smarter lines, Red and white Caledonian, Carruthers, yellow and...