At the Tomb of Robert the Bruce, Dunfermline Abbey - by
In any other country
/ Your tomb
/ Would have been worn smooth
/ By our devotions
/
/ But here the notice says:
/ ‘Please do not touch.’
/
/ They should have…
In any other country
/ Your tomb
/ Would have been worn smooth
/ By our devotions
/
/ But here the notice says:
/ ‘Please do not touch.’
/
/ They should have…
At length grandfather walked the Ypres road
/ From Poperinghe, to where the army laid
/ (At Hagle Dump) the remnants of his son:
/ A…
I canna’ see ye, lad, I canna’ see ye,
/ For a’ yon glory that’s aboot yer heid,
/ Yon…
On the Forfar ‘bus in a morn of spring,
/ A nipping wind and the frost’s sharp sting;
/ And I can’t tell why,…
Three thousand miles and nearly half a year
/ Away from a drab November afternoon, hysterics
/ Of friends forgotten, and also the plain…
Me, an’ Jean, an’ the bairn;
/ The wee lad spierin’ an’ starin’;
/ Daunderin’ quiet an’ douce-like doun
/ The Menin road into Ypres toun.
/ ‘Did…
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
Standan here on a fogg-yirdit stane,
/ drappan the bricht flees on the broun spate,
/ I’m thinkan o ye, liggan thonder…
If I were but a Journalist,
/ And had a heading every day
/ In double-column caps, I wist
/ I, too, could make it…
Summer grass is shoulder high once more, / higher than my sons will ever be.
‘They make so little difference, the brass, / the tears. Can’t you leave us be?’
/ …
Some one was singing
/ Up a twisty stair,
/ A fragment…
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