Am Bucas - by
Anns a’bhliadhna
/ aon air fhichead aon air fhichead,
/ a; cladhach ann a seann làraich,
/ thàinig iad gu bucas
/ làn treallaichean wèidhir is gloinne,
/ le sgàthan…
poems on postcards
Grandmother - by
carries the guid Scots tongue in her heid
/ all the way to London
/
/ where it becomes like the kitchen china
/ worn and cracked…
A Man’s a Man for a’ That - by
Is there for honest Poverty
/ That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
/ The coward-slave, we pass him by,
/ We dare be poor for…
Port nan Carbad-iarainn - by
Dithis
/ Charbad-iarainn
/ Ri taobh a chèile
/ ’S iad an impis dèanamh às
/ Anns an dorchadas
/ Agus mi fhìn a’ sealltainn
/ Air an taobh thall
/ ’S mi an…
Lost - by
To quote my distant friend Imran MacLeod,
/ ‘A man with no culture has no identity.’
/
/ The last I heard of him was,…
Spell of the bridge - by
Hold the wish on your tongue
/ As you cross
/ What the bridge cannot hear
/ Cannot fall
/
/ For the river would carry…
Brekin rainbows - by
He wis just a wee lad
/ dibblin in a puddle,
/ glaur fae heid tae fit,
/ enjoyin haen a guddle.
/ He…
Eilean Fraoich - by
“Eilean fraoich, Eilean fraoich,”
/ ann an solus uaine
/ eadar d à bh ù th
/ air Sauchiehall St. …
A riddle - by
Whaur the fit has never been
/ It’s there ye aye gang wi’ it:
/ Whaur the e’e has never seen
/ It’s there ye aye…
A Little Nap Rap - by
A little nap rap
/ When I got home one evening
/ to my cosy living room
/ I found a squirrel at my table
/ and…
fram da far-haaf - by
Wake up man! Waken! Listen!
/
/ What?
/ What is it?
/
/ Oh what a dream I’ve had,…
Spell - by
A clip of thinder ever the reeftips
/ sends like a bimb going iff!
/ My hurt thimps in my chist.
/
/ It’s dirk. The…