Friday, June 27, 2008

The auld symie

Friday, start of the weekend, feeling mellow. Here's a grand poem by Alan Bold. A symie is a devil.

The auld symie

Winter is deasie
An ootside the snaw
Churns like a salmon
In its deid-thraw

White gettin mair white
Pile on the stanes
Folk look stark naked
Clad in their banes

But still the auld symie
Wi bent kipper-nose
Maks for the kirk where
God alane goes.

Alan Bold

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