Killochyett - by
Killochyett! … Killochyett! …
/ The dusk is drappin’ doon;
/ The waefu’ wind is whimp’rin’ in the trees;
/ The lichts begin tae blink aboot…
birdsong
The Little Bird - by
One morning I got up
/ to pick oranges in the garden.
/ And I saw this.
/ I saw the rising sun
/ and the little bird
/ singing…
A Song for My Father - by
Against the yam-vine quiet of the garden / a nightingale stirred with my father: the lift / and fall of…