Oh lassie, ye are far away
Across the rolling salt-sea foam
Permit a Scottish lad to say,
-Let licht and wonder fill your home.
And when I look upon my hills,
Which lose their snow-capped heads in air
I'll bless the deft Creator's skills
Which set their craggy beauty there.
Their spirits, like the eagle, rise
And wing their way across the sea
Look for them, soaring in your skies
Good health, and blessings unto thee.
Author notes
Licht is the Scottish word for light. May the sun shine in your sky.
A contest entry
- Celebrating the klassiest of lassies by tomisb.
2250 points, ended June 25, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Keith, what a gentle blessing these words from your home to mine are!
You live near snow capped mountains? The mountains surrounding my little seaside town are rarely snow-capped, but they are evergreen wonders whose spirits rise like the eagles, too. That is such a lovely line...
I will look for those spirits soaring in my Oregon skies. The blessing has already squarely met it's mark, my Scottish lad (and very talented poet)!
Thank you for the gentle benediction.
~K
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Deftly done, Keith--just right, not over-the-top.
Best wishes,
Bill
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Thanks Bill, for your kind words. I know I can be just a wee bit couthy and kailyaird at times - as my old sparring partner Edna has duly noted, but if ye cannae laugh at yerself, who can ye laugh at? The mad presbyterian pastor of Paisley? Deserves a gold for the alliteration alone. Laugh? I nearly bought the pints!
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Beautiful piece, with an easy rhythm and smooth rhyming that does not feel at all forced.
The imagery of the "rolling salt-sea foam" as well as the hills "Which lose their snow-capped heads in air" is amazing, and the overall message is beautiful.
I came across this poem by hitting "random" and I am very glad I did. Good luck in the contest.
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I liked this a lot. I could hear Angus McButtock, the mad presbyterian pastor of Paisley, denouncing his congregation for filth in similar tones.
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For Edna's eyes only.....
Och Edna, ye're an awfy quine
(If quine indeed thou art)
Auld Angus kens ye very fine
I mind he said: "Thon tart
Wis roond again at the church door
Suppin' the sacred wine
If she comes roond here jist yince more
I'll bind her fast wi' twine!"
"And whaur," I speired, "will ye get twine?"
I puffed on my inhaler
"Awa ye gang, asthmatic swine,
And nick some frae thon baler.
Auld fairmer Jock has left, I see
His tractor on yon brae
And since he owes me a bawbee
I'll steal his twine away!"
"Well Angus, I'll be on ma way"
I throatily replied,
"Thon Edna's romping i' the hay
Wi' Fairmer Jock MacBride
And as for binding her wi' twine
I ken she'd think that fun -eh?
I'll gang tae Tesco's for mair wine -
And bring it roond next Sunday!"
Lang may yer lum reek, ye auld dyke-lowper.
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Why not enter that one into my next contest, which will be called "Bonnie Bollocks".
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I liked this a lot. I could hear Dr Findley saying it. xx
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Ha ha and i cant even spell Finlay.
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Hen, ye're takin the pea n' ham, are ye no? Doctor Finlay wis an' educatit loon. This maun be a wee bittie bool i' the moo' for him. Snoddie wis the man! An' Janet? If she hidnae been a bittie shangie-moud, ah maun ha'e gie'd her the bee-pee-aitch. An' ah'm no' talkin' aboot a pait on' the heid, if ye get ma' drift!
Have a nice day! An' try tae get a hat that matches the glaisses!
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This is a beautiful wish for a friend, and who is not, anyway?
She loves the mountains and lives near them, you will touch her heart with these lines.
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That's a lucky coincidence about the mountains. And as for some of the rather naughty comments here, well, laughter's the best medicine, as they say. Best of Health.
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this catches nicely in rhyme the natural wonders that delight Karen. I enjoyed the use dialect and the imagery you employed. The blessing rich and full of the grace that makes her heart soar. Well done.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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