Monument - by
hungry for my turn to see the improbable sweep
of Edinburgh city tiny from above
laid out between hills and water,
SPL Ambassadors’ commissions
hungry for my turn to see the improbable sweep
of Edinburgh city tiny from above
laid out between hills and water,
Flora and Donald, Rose and Cosmo, Fergus MacIvor Vich Ian Vohr.
They live between the pages of events, of ideals
and causes
The tide was in,
a breeze in his face.
He wouldn’t change that,
not for any, other, place.
That night, a grand shepherd’s welcome – devilled
duck, run brandy, old songs. Work thou within,
we’ll work without. He listens until full.
Kobolds, goblins; – bogles;
Whitever yez want ti cry uz: see, we hae bonny gee-gaws fir yez!
Fain wud ah hae pentit ye in a roch licht,
scunnert at aa yer on-cairry, that biggin up
o tartan lore, sic a fause freen tae Scotland’s story,
Oh aye, when Peter opent thae Pearly Gates fir me,
A wis weel ready, ma gammy leg wis playin up something awfy
An A goat a wee bit doolally, tae be honest.
Hoo mony trees tae prent a thoosan buiks?
Hoo mony buiks tae pulp a thoosan trees?
Hoo mony trees tae launch a thoosan boats?
England’s sweet meadows
feed mony beasts,
sae dinnae be fechtin
ower whar they feast.