Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Auld Reikie, wale o' ilka town
That Scotland kens beneath the moon!
Whare couthy chiels at e'ening meet
Their bizzing craigs and mous to weet;
And blythly gar auld care gae by
Wi' blinkit and wi' bleering eye:
O'er lang frae thee the Muse has been
Sae frisky on the simmer's green,
Whan flowers and gowans wont to glent
In bonny blinks upo' the bent;
But now the leaves o' yellow dye,
Peel'd frae the branches, quickly fly;
And now frae nouther bush nor brier
The spreckl'd mavis greets your ear;
Nor bonny blackbird skims and roves
To seek his love in yonder groves.
Then Reikie, welcome! Thou canst charm
Unfleggit by the year's alarm;
Not Boreas, that sae snelly blows,
Dare here pap in his angry nose:
Thanks to our dads, whase biggin stands
A shelter to surrounding lands.
Now morn, wi' bonny purple smiles,
Kisses the air-cock o' St. Giles;
Rakin t...
member poem of the day
I dream
Lush epic
Metres spry and
Haunting with a dash of
Whimsy
