WHEN chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth
Along the banks of Ayr,
I spied a man, whose aged step
Seem'd weary, worn with care;
His face furrow'd o'er with years,
And hoary was his hair.
"Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou?"
Began the rev'rend sage;
......
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
......
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the sun's departing beam
Look'd on the fading yellow woods,
That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream:
Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard,
Laden with years and meikle pain,
In loud lament bewail'd his lord,
Whom Death had all untimely ta'en.
He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years;
......
In a land where shadows dance on whispering leaves,
Where sunlight weaves its tapestry of gold,
There lies a tale of sorrow veiled in beauty's cloak,
A story told in riddles yet untold.
Once upon a time, when laughter reigned supreme,
And joy was but a fragrance in the air,
A lonely soul embarked on life's uncertain stream,
Beneath a sky adorned with dreams so fair.
......
In a land where shadows dance on whispering leaves,
Where sunlight weaves its tapestry of gold,
There lies a tale of sorrow veiled in beauty's cloak,
A story told in riddles yet untold.
Once upon a time, when laughter reigned supreme,
And joy was but a fragrance in the air,
A lonely soul embarked on life's uncertain stream,
Beneath a sky adorned with dreams so fair.
......
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
......
WHEN chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth
Along the banks of Ayr,
I spied a man, whose aged step
Seem'd weary, worn with care;
His face furrow'd o'er with years,
And hoary was his hair.
"Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou?"
Began the rev'rend sage;
......
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the sun's departing beam
Look'd on the fading yellow woods,
That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream:
Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard,
Laden with years and meikle pain,
In loud lament bewail'd his lord,
Whom Death had all untimely ta'en.
He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years;
......