A Scots Family,1999 Poem by Sally Evans
A Scots Family,1999
The young man, leaving by air,
a brisk wave at the turnstile,
a safe arrival on a sandy airstrip
where dawn and dusk are regular all year.
His sister, in London,
one among hordes of pretty postgraduates
picking fruit and books at charing Cross,
not yet ready to return.
And now their parents,
suddenly not so young,
locking their car and walking down a pavement
very slowly to the polling station.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem was part of an exhibition of posters on the Scottish Diaspora, when Scotlnad had just got its own Parliament. The poem refers to my own son and daughter who were in the Seychelles and London respectively at the time. The poster was produced by artist Lynda Anne Frame.