scuil hoalidays  -

he hunkers on biggin saun

ere faither's lowsin tyme

school holidays  -

he sits on building sand

till father's finishing time

craw dooks's derkness

intae the burn

whilk swallaes it

crow dips his darkness

into the stream

which swallows it

jazz throuch the apen door  -

a butterie

jitterbugs by

jazz through the open door  -

a butterfly

jitterbugs by

maggie

hunkers on the bucket lid  -

ah'm tentie o't thinkin

magpie

sits on the bin lid  -

I watch it thinking

throuch stoor they hoastit 

an kerved cathedrals

...braw heidstanes

through dust they coughed

and carved cathedrals

...magnificent headstones

acer

reid nebbit

it its ain bonnieness

acer

blushing

at its own beauty

 weet mornin  -

snail an me

...oor hystit umbrellys

wet morning  -

snail and I

...our raised umberellas

faw'n nest  -

sae perfitly roond

sae beinly

fallen nest  -

so perfectly round

so comforting

his days o sheddaes  

baurs thit urnae thair  -

ma manic freen

his days of shadows  

bars that aren't there  -

my manic friend