St Andrew's Day Poem Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I like haggis, Lochnagar
Rumblethumps, the colour purple
I like to stir my words
With a Scottish spurtle

I dislike the sea, cold porridge
Bony kippers, midgies & John Knox
My childhood bouts of croup
Hand knitted sweaters & socks

I like Auld Reekie, Robert Fergusson
Burns, fiddles, Aberdeen's grey town
St Machar's soaring walls
Plainsong and ancient ballads handed down

And typical; Scots faces
Red cheeks, fiery hair
And Morven, ben of mists
A mountain that's a hallowed, holy stair

But most of all, the creatures that we share
This land of Scotland with
Crow, eagle, stag and polecat
Heron, hare