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Glengorm
Said
James Forsyth
tae
the cailleach anent
his
braw new biggin ayont the glen,
“Noo,
thare’s guid graith,
as
lyke masel, and is it no, auld hen,
a
hoose athooten faut?
Whit
sall I caa’t?”
Myndin
the wy
the
glen had been dichtit blue
wi
reek as tho fae some weel-drawin flue,
ruid-lowein
aye
as
the thack o the Clearance biggins burned ootthru,
“Caa
it ‘Glengorm’,” she said.
Gormless,
he did.
The
skellum never badd
intil
his hoose, bi Heckie,
for
as he gaed intil’t, a baukie
wheecht-oot
for bode,
a
feylik thing for onie gowkie.
Gode
send us mair
guid
baukies thare!
(reader:
Andy Law)
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