May 302014
By Bob Smith.
| We wanner’t doon ti the beach ‘Twis jist the ither day Waves they cam rollin in An gulls war aat their play . Waves they are aa different Some saftly lap the shore Ither eens cum rushin in Wi a crash an affa roar . Lis’nin ti the waves some say Is a pastime aat is fine Waves slowly creepin ower the sand Can calm a troubl’t myn . Canute fair grew tired o flattery Fowk said the sea he cwid command The king set oot ti prove ‘em wrang An pit his throne amang the sand . Gyaang back the mannie roared Bit the sea kept rollin in Canute he proved ye canna rule The sea or waves therein |
Wis aat a pirate ship a spied? A fyow leagues fae the beach Wis’t Jack Sparra at the helm Or yon Blackbeard Edward Teach? . Pirates o The Caribbean His a swashbucklin touch The Pirates o Nigg Bay Na – maybe nae sae much . A hidna bin at the bottle Or puffin on “the weed” Wis the skull an crossbones On it’s wye ti Peterheid? . Crashin waves they brocht me back An ti reality a took a tig ‘Twis ony a ile supply boatie On it’s wye oot ti a rig . . . . ©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2014 |
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