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Home is where the heart is / or home is where the art is…
Home is where the heart is / or home is where the art is…
Fae stooshie tae fankle tae bouroch tae dreck / we’re steeped in the downpour of dialect.
/ …
Just a line of blue hills to remember:
/ Just a valley one fails to forget,
/ Whether bound with…
This book is not bad.
/ A number of these poems feature the poet’s dog: George.
/ The author’s mother recommends this book.
/ Boris Johnson…
Do you have the one
/ with that poem they read at the funeral
/ in that movie?…
A bloody good hiding
/ Another egg chipped
/ …
Now, perched on this polar height
When all sap lies quiet and does not climb,
When all seems dead, I cultivate
The wild garden rioting in my memory
On Sunday gawky and glaiket,
/ For life no carin’ a preen;
/ On Monday lookin’ forsaket,
/ Wi’ a misty weet in her een;
/ On Tuesday…
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
/
/ Burn of the…
I’ll have you smothered n covered n
/ diced n peppered n
/ capped n lathered n
/ lustred n smoothed n
/ spread
/
/ drizzled n dazzled n
/ blazed…
On day 1, explore Edinburgh Castle sitting proud: / find the modest crown of a far from quiet country, /…
Week after week I watched the darlings growing
/ Like two strange children in an orphan home,
/ Aft from the thrust block to…
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