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Four days the earth was rent and tornBy bursting steel,The houses fell about us;Three nights we dared not sleep,Sweating, and listening for the imminent crashWhich meant our death. The fourth night every man,Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,Slept, muttering and twitching,While the … Continue reading →

Apologies for the long silence. Some snippets from Tam O’Shanter I nspiring bold John Barleycorn!What dangers thou canst make us scorn!Wi’ tippeny, we fear nae evil;Wi’ usquabae, we’ll face the devil!—The swats sae ream’d in Tammie’s noddle,Fair play, he car’d … Continue reading →

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as … Continue reading →

The Conversion of Sheep Hugh McMillan When St Fillian first came upon the sheepthey stood with their Sumerian headsand stared him out,for it is a fact that though sheep are mentionedmany times in the bible,it is always in a bad … Continue reading →

High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthOf sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of … Continue reading →

Rejoycing in St Andrews – Golf courses can open again . . Seaside Golf                                         John Betjeman How straight it flew, how long it flew, It cleared the rutty track And soaring, disappeared from view Beyond the bunker’s back – A … Continue reading →

Sea Fever By John Masefield I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and … Continue reading →

Sometimes things don’t go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail. Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well. A people sometimes will step back from war, elect … Continue reading →

John Anderson Robert Burns John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings … Continue reading →

In the interests of Gender Equality I found the following: She drove her boy to football and to scouts And ironed all his clothes that she’d put out And once, for disobedience, told his mate About his toilet problem, when … Continue reading →