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…
20th century poems
The Last Journey - by
I felt the world a-spinning on its nave,
/ I felt it sheering blindly round the sun;…
Fisher Jamie - by
Puir Jamie’s killed. A better lad
/ Ye wouldna find to busk a flee
/ Or burn a pule or…
The Shorter Catechism - by
When I was young and herdit sheep,
/ I read auld tales o’ Wallace wight;
/ My heid…
The South Countrie - by
I never likit the kingdom o’ Fife –
/ Its kail’s as cauld as its wind and rain,…
Home Thoughts from Abroad - by
Aifter the war, says the papers, they’ll no be content at hame,
/ The lads that hae feucht wi’ death twae ‘ear…
The Great Ones - by
Ae morn aside the road frae Bray
/ I wrocht my squad to mend the track;
/ A feck o’…
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…
‘Glen’, A Sheep Dog - by
I ken there isna a p’int in yer heid,
/ I ken that ye’re auld an’ ill,
/ An’ the…