A Schule Laddie’s Lament on the Lateness o’ the Season - by
The east wind’s whistlin’ cauld an’ shrill,
/ The snaw lies on the Lomont Hill;
/ It’s simmer i’ the almanack,
/ But…
Place: Scotland
To Exiles - by
Are you not weary in your distant places,
/ Far, far from Scotland of the mist and storm,
/ In drowsy airs,…
The South Countrie - by
I never likit the kingdom o’ Fife –
/ Its kail’s as cauld as its wind and rain,…
October Running - by
A Small Car’s Day
/
/ The Highland Road’s been sung before and will be sung again,
/ So long as bards give thanks for…
On the road - by
It’s nearly New Year and we’ve loaded the van
/ with clothes for cold weather, boots and thick socks,
/ Christmas leftovers, the cat…
The time traivellers’ convention - by
Bring a pairtner tae the Ceilidh
/ Dress informal, the invite stated
/ At the time traivellers’ convention.
/
/ Mary Queen o Scots arrived hersel
/ Signed up…
coire fhionn lochan - by
lapping of the little waves
/ breaking of the little waves
/ spreading of the little waves
/ idling of the little waves
/
/ rippling of the little…
Lanarkshire - by
your voice is the souch o the wind throu birks
/ your voice is the breath of the wind through birches
/
/ your…
Walking for Centuries - by
a poem for Nigel Tranter
/
/ He walks for miles in waxed coat, cap and breeches.
/ He follows a familiar route, twelve miles…
Night-Lights - by
Waves still hit the shore
/ after the sun sets.
/ Each moon-silvered line surges in,
/ slops over the weeded rocks,
/ rolls forward in a shoosh…
If Leaving You - by
If leaving you
/ was as easy
/ as the falling
/ in love
/ with
/ a
/ total stranger
/
/ -not total
/
/ our blackness
/ a bond
/ before speech
/ or encounter
/
/ I could walk
/ from you now
/ into…
The Blues at Brownsbank - by
They come before dawn. Packed in stiff kind cardboard,
/ They sit outside the blue door where the slug-trails
/ Gleam beneath the thistle-knocker.