The Robin’s Nest
Guid day noo bonnie
Robin, an whit dae ye hae here?
A
nest I’ve bigged wi muckle care frae screivins far an near.
There
are three eggies in thon nest. Whit bides inbye each shell’s
A
hairst o wirds by seannachies an bards frae Ayr tae Yell.
The
first egg hauds a rowth o poems wad brak yer hairt tae hear,
The
secunt hauds a core o buiks o poets an their lear,
The
third egg hauds a magic cloud, kens aa that ye micht speir.
An
I maun guaird thon sky-blue eggs frae tod, or piercin thorn:
A
kintra’s barderie needs a hame fur littlins yet unborn.
©
Sheena Blackhall, 2013
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