I have a book of poems in Scots for children.
From time to time I shall share them with you.
Personally, I like to read them aloud to myself.
The poems are written in a wide range of languages and dialects of Scotland, from the Lallans of the south and the Doric of the north-east to the distinctive speech rhythms of Caithness and the northern isles.
Do read them aloud, and listen to yourself!
However, If you do try this, make sure you are alone in the house, or you may find yourself sectioned!
This poem is about the comfort we get from old, familiar clothes.
I so understand!
I often wear a jersey which is long past its prime, and I am never happier than when I feel its warm embrace.
Old clothes are old friends.
Particularly old shoes....
Tae a Pair o' Owld Shoes
Ye've carried me ower mony a clod,
Ower hills an' dales an' metalled road;
Ma feet aye comfortably shod
Wi yer embrace;
An' noo ye're cryan oot loud
To be replaced.
Soles an' heels ye've worn galore,
Yet aye yer uppers wanted more;
An' ma hefty weicht ye gladly bore
In spite o' e' stinkan socks a wore
Ye were content.
Nae bunions, corns or hammer toes,
Nae darnen needed on ma hose;
A've lirped wi neine o' 'at because
Ye did conform;
Tae 'e shape o' ma muckle feet so close,
Fan ye were worn.
Wi' ye owld freens am sweer tae part,
Ye fitted sae bonny fae 'e start,
An' though ye werena a work o' art
Ye were amang 'e best;
Tae discard ye noo, id grieves ma heart,
But ye've earned ye rest.
Geddes o' Mey