Mon-doria - by
Mon-doria,
/ my heart’s river,
/ overflowing
/ with joy and song,
/ you skip softly,
/ …
Mood: Optimism & Happiness
Late show - by
I only watch reruns now,
/ or films about geese,
/
/ and yet I’m waiting for the miracle
/ I used to find in early black…
It Was Like This: You Were Happy - by
It was like this:
/ you were happy, then you were sad,
/ then happy again, then not.
/
/ It went on.
/ You were innocent or you…
Optimism - by
More and more I have come to admire resilience.
/ Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam
/ returns over and over…
Ilka Blade o’ Grass Keps its ain Drap o’ Dew - by
Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,
/ And hear ye a’ life’s changes wi’ a calm and tranquil mind.
/ Tho’…
‘Be mery, man, and tak nocht fer in mynd’ - by
Be mery, man, and tak nocht fer in mynd
/ The wavering of this wrechit vale of sorrow.
/ To God be huimle and…
Sea Buckthorn - by
Saut an’ cruel winds tae shear it,
/ Nichts o’ haar an’ rain –
/ Ye micht think the sallow…
Non Semper Imbres - by
Thus Nature sorrows, and forgets her sorrow ;
And Reason soberly approves her way :
Why should we shut oor een against to-morrow
Because our sky was clouded yesterday ?
To the Generation Knocking at the Door - by
Break — break it open; let the knocker rust:
/ Consider no ‘Shalt not,’ nor no man’s ‘must’;
/ And, being entered, promptly take…
For the Opening of the Scottish Parliament, 9 October 2004 - by
Open the doors! Light of the day, shine in; light of the mind, shine out!
/ We have a building which is…
The possibility of rain… - by
Suddenly I feel myself like an alchemist’s retort
where all this – heat, boredom,
hope and new thoughts –
is melting into something strange, colourful and new.
Ship - by
In the end,
/ it was nothing more
/ than the toy boat of a boy
/ on the local park’s lake,
/ where I walked with you.
/
/ But…