The Sauch (The Willow: Scots) Poem by Sheena Blackhall
The Sauch (The Willow: Scots)
Dowie ower the watter
The sauch hings her heid
Luikin fair forehooied
As if murnin fur the deid
Treeliped in the Burnie
Her emerant braids are weet
Lippen tae her boughs maen
Like widda wives that greet
Dowie ower the watter
The sauch hings her heid
Jade green leaves doon drappin
Like draps o fairies bluid
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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