Sunday has a hint of a minor key.
Reduced service. Shops shut.
Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays drag
But Sundays zip by, unforgiving.
The week’s B-side turning, turning –
As you will it to slow down.
Bruised sky and field after field
Blurred by raindrops, flecked by speed.
A lonely tower missing ruins –
Now a rocky bed for Stewarton sleepers.
They doze, deaf to the rush of steel overhead.
Perhaps enjoying a Sunday lie-in.