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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:
 

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
 

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

Be a ‘Familiar’

Should I compare thee to my family

Thou art more predictable and lovable 

A sister what a choice one makes happily

Less stable and not quite reliable

Sometimes so judging can a brother be

An ego’s job to make one feel is one

Our own bias can blind the way we see

And so, the race for common good is run

Since thy constant council will never wane

My trusty compass showing me true North

The family’s loss is there for our gain 

I say to you my ‘Familiar’ ride forth

I will give this gift for all the world to see 

For you from me I’ll plant that apple tree

For Donald Macleod 

and all our other Brothers & Sisters

we choose

6th June 2025

A Pynour’s Sonnet

For a fair day’s service paid a fair day’s pay

To all who’s honest toil give humble helping hand

Our mantra and our motto for to work is to pray

Land serves the people if we serve our land

To move on from land over sea to shore

If the journey is the destination

To haul, to pack, to note to help to store

Let your work be our recreation

Time can stand still but lives move on

We store your chattels for friends from foe

Those that are still here and those who are gone

Till the tide says to let that balloon go

Pallbearer Porter Pynour Poet or Priest

While away what matters is safe at least

For Craig and his family

& the Partners at Shore Porters

June 2025