Scotland - by
Here in the Uplands
/ The soil is ungrateful;
/ The fields, red with sorrel,
/ Are stony and bare.
/ A few trees, wind-twisted –
/ Or are…
Place: Scotland
Hame - by
(St Andrew’s Day under the Southern Cross)
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/ GOD bless our land, our Scotland,
/ Grey glen an’…
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…
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
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/ 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.
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/ 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
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/ 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
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/ your…
Walking for Centuries - by
a poem for Nigel Tranter
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/ 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…