By Bob Smith.
| We hid a wee bit dander T’wis jist the ither day Gied in by Castle Fraser The sun wis oot tae play . Doon past the adventure playgrun Wi its tepee an ither things Intae the bonnie wa’d gairden Tae see fit naitur brings . Big daisies an ither flooers Brocht colour there’s nae doot An we myn’t tae close the gates Tae keep the rubbities oot . A fylie sin a’ve seen sae muckle Bees an butterflees in ae sector Flittin aroon fae flooer tae flooer An githerin up aa the nectar |
Syne throwe the widdlan waak Tree taps sweyin in the breeze We cam upon the bonnie pond Hame tae dyeuks an dragonflees . A gweed fyle there we sat Surroondit bi naitur’s glory The reeds an bonnie grasses War pairt o oor day’s story . We climm’t up the windin path An cam upon some coos Faa lookit ower the fencie Did they wint tae hae a newse? . The magic o iss bonnie waak Wi a beauty hard tae beat A sweir doon throwe the trees A heard the patter o Hobbits’ feet |
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2013
