Yellow Road to The Deep North - by
after Basho, the Japanese poet
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/ Sand – stretched in sun –
/ the shore. This light
/ lies sideways over the
/ yellow grass, over the blue
/ winter…
Grampians
The Catch - by
By the Bogie watter
/ Bee bee boo boo baba
/ by the Bogie Watter
/ Bee bee boo boo babala
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/ A cat hunkit on a tree…
Schiehallion - by
Nae suiner haed A wun the tap
/ the mount nor A kent ma hert haed dwyned.
/ An doun ablo was aw Scotland,
/ a…
Station Cottages, Portlethen - by
for ma sister
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/ The auld psalms, Frances, mind,
/ at the brae’s fit, aneth roddin,
/ wicht roses, the shuggly haathorn –
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/ the kirk wi its…
Wolves - by
for the new Scottish Parliament
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/ The icy rain is spitting
/ on the pines and golden birches.
/ Hangings of black cloud
/ are torn apart by…
Rychraggan - by
For Duncan Munro & Mary McNab
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/ We are going through Glen Urquhart
/ out of our eyes in our enlightened minds
/ by Milton and…
Erasing the Tape - by
Aviemore: she thinks she knows the place keeps
/ driving past the car park pizza joint brute hotel
/ keeps driving past her own…
One Hand Clapping - by
Ice Diamonds spumed clouds from Dhalugiri’s summit.
/ Eighteen thousand feet below,
/ In sand-storm heat, between sandstone heights,
/ Among rounded pebbles, I found a…
Glen Muick - by
The skies drift doon – a dreepin blur
/ That maks o ben an brae a shroud;
/ As if grown weary o the…
Spring in Cromar - by
for the folk of Tarland, Coull and Migvie
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/ Spring in Cromar is an open yett,
/ Wi the heich rigs turned an black,
/ For…
Braes o Skene - by
Tune: Plooman Laddies
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/ Fan first I cam tae the Braes o Skene,
/ The corn parks they stood thick an green.
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/ Chorus: Noo ferm…