A Mither
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A Mither
Full Moon on a Cloudy Night
Forward Looking
Greeting My Grandfather
At the Eleventh Hour
Mary's Sang
The Funeral
Pyatknowe
My Faither's Words
Fallen Angel
Newbigging Road
Quean for a Day
The Booncin Baa
A Winter Dawn
Men at Work
The Milestane
Biggar Kirk
Brownsbank Cottage
Nuala's Art
Writer-in-Residence
Tweed at Peebles
On Biggar Pond
Elegy
Fowre Haiku oan the Beach
Yr Wyddfa
Thelma Cann
Old Acquaintance
Philip Pullman
The Dooble Rainbae
Ten Haiku from Whitecastle Hill
Tanka
Medwyn Below Greenshields
Sclimbin the Knock
Gled
Whaup Eggs
Socrates
Wha made this road?
Snow

When we tak the weans soummin,

She dries’m wi the same bit cloot

As she dries hersel wi,

’Sif they were still her flesh.

 

She feeds thaim frae her ain mou,

Takin wee bites frae the aipple,

An sluppin thaim intae

The gawpin o their beaks.

 

An she’s as carefu o thaim

As she is watchfu o hersel,

Risin tae peer efter

Thaim as they toddle aff.

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