Up hill, down dale,
by river and by loch
in mountains and in valleys new
have you ever met him,
as you walked
Stopped for a chat, discussed the view
He must be out nigh every day,
he's photographed near all the land
sweeping clouds and sunsets,
hills with lots of colours grand
I find it hard to believe
He's never met another man
But then he may be like a spectre,
a fleeting glimpse of different hues
a flash, a click, the picture taken
Then gone to destinations new
I myself have never seen him
While walking out in hill or glen,
No sight nor sound of Colin Baxter
That famous picture postcard man.
Colin Johnston
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/006-the-picture-postcard-man/
