School Visit Of A Scots Specialist Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Good morning, I am Mrs X, Head Teacher
I believe you have contacted the school wishing to visit?

What would you bring to our classes here?
What would you come to tell?
I'd bring ye a leid baith stoot an guid
Aince spak bi the king himsel.

Is there a need to sow such seed
By stories, poems and words?
Fin Scots steps oot tae the nation's youth
It rins on Sangs an girds.

Maybe a poem, once a year Lip-service to the past?
T'will come like a loon in a scarlet goon,
Nae some sair-made ootcast.

But what of the cost should we welcome it
Through Education's door?
Fit ye gie, ye get. Fit price d'ye set
On a kintra's leid an lore?

The firmament ower the birlin warld
Hauds multiple constellations;
Like a wattergaw foo rare an braw
Are the leids o different nations!