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I see my childish yesterdays

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I see my childish yesterdays

   wi’ een noo auld and sad –

The Sma’ Glen in her autumn claes

   o' green and russet plaid,

The Almond’s flow by Amulree

   the trout that cheats the hook,

The dun atop o’ Milquhanzie –

   in memory’s sketchbook.

 

How is that wain in wellingtons

   intae a woman grown,

Wha saw the silver skeletons

   o’ birks by winter blown?

How does that reid-clad, peerie lass

   wear green and brown o' age?

A’Mhairi bheag, a’ things maun pass –

   move on, and turn the page.

 

 

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  • Amera gold member
    September 15, 2008

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    What a delight to read but I have a question. Do they have a Scottish spell check?

    Love,
    Amera♥


    • Mairi bheag gold member
      September 15, 2008

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      Excuse me? We only just got electricity here! We get rainbows in monochrome, ye ken!


  • Kazytc silver member
    September 14, 2008

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    Wow the lingo to boot!

    This is amazing and the lingo too eh! That is so good and so well animates the painting taking your breath away and breathing fresh Scottish air all around the enchanted reader. Bravo on this excellent pen and well done, love it!
    Poetic Hugs & Thanks Millions for entering our contest and best of luck to you too!
    Kaz.
    Kazytc xx


  • Shamanicmusings
    September 14, 2008

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    Go Dalriada Alba! Pictland!
    Somerled was a great man up in Orcadia.

    This is a lovely piece, I have many friends up in Glasgow(Largs),the purple heather on the hillside will drive one to poesy and whisky.


  • crazyfoolartist
    September 14, 2008

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    Your poem is so Scottish you could dress it up in a kilt and call it Hamish !!
    Love all that broad Scots language, 'claes, wi'een, intae '
    Some lovely imagery too !!
    Thank you.
    With best wishes
    Tom

    • Mairi bheag gold member
      September 14, 2008
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      Believe me, I held back from the total "Jock 'n' Jeannie" treatment, otherwise it would have read like a script for "Oor Wullie"! Glad you liked it.


  • sticksnstones
    September 13, 2008

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    I loved this, it painted quite a picture, and the use of language is wonderful, It reminds me of Gaelic.

    • Mairi bheag gold member
      September 14, 2008
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      Well, it's actually our other national language - Scots. Except for the italicised words, which are Gaelic. I am glad you liked it.


  • IronMaiden1236
    September 13, 2008
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    TYTYTY

    Good on ya, lass.

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    September 13, 2008
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    Seamless, freeflowing rhyme that dances, Kudos.


  • PerVirtuous
    September 13, 2008
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    Dun gud.


  • Tirrell
    September 13, 2008

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    The dialect definatly reminded me of the scottish accent, and wrought some wonderfully beautiful imagery, most well done and enjoyable!


  • Riamh
    September 13, 2008

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    Wow! This is just perfect.....even without the picture. I am in awe of your craft, Poet.
    Well done.
    Slayer


  • cricketjeff gold member
    September 13, 2008

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    As I looked at the contest and picked which picture to write I knew there would be one poet whose entry would be close to unbeatable.
    Beautiful paintings of Scotland and your poetry are such obvious bedfellows. Beautiful words for a beautiful image.
    NB2.NHB!!!

  • GreySquirrel
    September 13, 2008

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    Beautifully descriptive and evocative, I love the language and tone.


  • Pure Thought silver member
    September 13, 2008

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    Simply lovely

    Thank you for taking me out of my world and sharing yours.
    Aye, we must turn the pages of life, for if we don't the book may close upon our very heads.

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