Scottish Country Walk Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Scottish Country Walk
Midgies bite a family of hirsute Celts
Pa’s a bald Professor of ethnology
With hair combed over his pate
Like seaweed on a boulder
His sprogs play in the heather like rooting pigs
Grunting in brutish glee
Somewhere, there’s a tin of irn bru
A packet of shortbread purchased in Dunoon
A book about the Druid lesser deities
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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