In Praise of Balgeddie - by
I.
/ I sing of a spot,
/ Tho’ the warld knows it not,
/ And it’s nae…
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Pabail - by
Air iomall an talamh-àitich, eadar dhà sholas,
/ tha a’ churracag a’ ruith ʼs a’ stad, ʼs a’ ruith ʼs a’ stad,
/ is…
Kinnaird Head - by
I go North to cold, to home, to Kinnaird,
/ Fit monument for our time.
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/ This is the outermost edge of Buchan.
/ Inland…
A Man In Assynt (extract) - by
Glaciers, grinding West, gouged out
/ these valleys, rasping the brown sandstone,
/ and left, on the hard rock below –
/ the ruffled…
The Road to Roberton - by
The hill road to Roberton: Ale Water at our feet,
/ And grey hills and blue hills that melt away and meet,
/ With…
Gasometer - by
You don’t care about the wildness of the sky,
/ my old gasometer! The kitchen window
/ frames your gaunt frame, the…
Homespun - by
I met a man in Harris Tweed
/ As I walked down the Strand;
/ I turned and followed like a dog
/ The breath of…
Culbin Sands - by
Here lay a fair fat land;
/ But now its townships, kirks, graveyards
/ Beneath bald hills of sand
/ …
Lewis - by
From the War Memorial
/ we see Lewis entirely.
/ For this place they died,
/ the new houses, the smell of seaweed,
/ the rivers,
/ an old woman…
‘Scotland small?’ - by
Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland small?
/ Only as a patch of hillside may be a cliché corner
/ To a fool…
Ceann Loch Aoineart - by
Còmhlan bheanntan, stòiteachd bheanntan,
/ còrr-lios bheanntan fàsmhor,
/ cruinneachadh mhullaichean, thulaichean, shlèibhtean
/ tighinn sa bheucaich ghàbhaidh.
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/ Èirigh ghleanntan, choireachan ùdlaidh,
/ laighe sa bhùirich chràcaich;
/ sìneadh chluaineagan, shuaineagan…
Moladh Beinn Dóbhrain (extract) - by
4. Siubhal
/
/ A’ bheinn luiseanach fhailleanach
/ Mheallanach lìontach,
/ Gun choimeas dh’ a fallaing
/ Air thalamh na Crìosdachd:
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/ ‘S ro-neònach tha mise,…