Poem
Rags frae the moon and tatters o sun,
We’ll fly awa when time is done.
Wind for a sark; the sweet yird for shoon.
Rags frae the sun; tatters o moon.
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John Glenday
Rags frae the moon and tatters o sun,
We’ll fly awa when time is done.
Wind for a sark; the sweet yird for shoon.
Rags frae the sun; tatters o moon.
From The Thing that Mattered Most: Scottish poems for children edited by Julie Johnstone (SPL/B&W, 2006)
Reproduced by permission of the author.
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