The Field by the Lirk o’ the Hill - by
Daytime an’ nicht,
/ Sun, wind an’ rain;
/ …
bereavement
Yper - by
At length grandfather walked the Ypres road
/ From Poperinghe, to where the army laid
/ (At Hagle Dump) the remnants of his son:
/ A…
Glory - by
I canna’ see ye, lad, I canna’ see ye,
/ For a’ yon glory that’s aboot yer heid,
/ Yon…
Passing the Graveyard - by
I see you did not try to save,
/ The bouquet of white flowers I gave;
/ So fast they wither on…
Thonder they ligg - by
Frae the Gaelic o George Campbell Hay
/
/ “Thonder they ligg on the grund o the sea,
/ nae the hyne whaur they…
The Glove Compartment - by
After her stroke, hers was the first to go.
/ It sat for two years in their garage, though,
/ All through the months…
Consolation - by
Though he that ever kind and true
/ Kept stoutly step by step with you
/ Your whole long gusty lifetime through,
/ Be gone awhile…