Heart - by
Home is where the heart is / or home is where the art is…
Scotland
Here’s the Weather - by
Fae stooshie tae fankle tae bouroch tae dreck / we’re steeped in the downpour of dialect.
/ …
Gift - by
The greatest gift
/
/ That Scotland – and Ireland
/ Could receive
/
/ Would be a Voice
/ Proclaiming:
/
/ “As from this day
/ You…
A Scotch Night - by
If you chance to strike a gathering of half-a-dozen friends
/ When the drink is Highland whusky or some chosen Border blends,
/ And…
Early Morning Train to Inverness - by
from time to time snow sprinkles from the sky
/ the way flour sifts from a baker’s fist
/
/ grey steel pylons pose…
The Free Natioun - by
Preeve you tae me thare’s natiounhood,
/ and I sall preeve thare’s nane;
/ an that’s as gyte as your belief
/ that needs nae pruif…
Scotland the Wee - by
Scotland the wee, crèche of the soul,
/ of thee I sing
/
/ land of the millionaire draper, whisky vomit
/ and the Hillman Imp
/
/ staked…
Threshold - by
Our strength is our difference. / Dinny fear it. Dinny caw canny. …
Poem Inspired by a Gaelic Topography of Balquhidder Parish: Rev. Alex MacGregor, EUP 1886 - by
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
/
/ Burn of the…
The Morning After - by
It’s those unseen things that bind us, / not flag or battle-weary turf or tartan. / There are dragons to…
‘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…
The Cotter’s Saturday Night - by
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! / For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, / Long may…