
Sae braw, sae fair n’flower’in
Entwine’d as sea wi’ land
Ae climb’d Glenfinnan’s t’oors
Tae stare wide an miles a’roond
An saw a’stride upon blue hills
All his’try silent n’ watchin’ still
Linger’in ’en sunlight ow a’lown
Wi’ sea birds swoop’n ow a’rownd
Ae sound reach’d me, swee’ n’clear
An made me stop an list’n near
Wair it a cowl’in in me heart?
A cowl’in uv thae clans?
Ae drift’d on sech saint’ly heights
As tho’ reborn an’ sprout’in wings
Ae laugh’d a’lowd tae me own wee sowlf
And wonder’d where on earth I’d g’own
Way doon upon thae quiet shores
Ae haird once agin ae rushin’ roar
P’rhaps et wair ae fleet’in fancy
Methinks I’ll niver tru’ly ken
Sound’d mair ’lik a ’gather’in’ song
An ancient gather’in in thae glens
Ae cowl’in, cowl’in uv thae clans
Tae ‘mak thair wa’ ‘bak hame
© 2013 S. Michaels
Siren Songs – Poetic Imprints of Scotland
for Rod & Rob, the Garson twins – Happy ’50′

Twa Scotties a’ Glenfinnan, 2008 S. Michaels
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