from The Bruce - by
A! Fredome is a noble thing
/ Fredome mays man to haiff liking.
/ Fredome all solace to man giffis,
/ He levys at es that…
National Poetry Day 2017
Stanzas - by
When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, / Let him combat for that of his neighbours.
The Tradition - by
For years I wandered hill and moor /
Half looking for the road /
Winding into fairyland.
An Tiona - by
Nuair a bha mi sa bhun-sgoil
/ fhuair mi tiona sleamhainn tana
/ far an cuirinn m’ fhaclan
/ sgrìobhte air sgoltaidhean pàipeir.
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/ Chan eil cuimhne agam…
I Opened A Book - by
I opened a book and in I strode
/ Now nobody can find me.
/ I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
/ My town…
Jack and Jill - by
Twa wee birdies,
Sittin on a hill,
Ane ca’d Jack,
And anither ca’d Jill.
from The Book of Why? - by
Why doesn’t a chair fly?
Why do we have tongues?
Why are the stars so silver?