Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 408

Ben Gulabin

Snaw crooned ben
toorin abuin,
still as a stookie,
nae wun skirlin.
Hairst's gowden chaff
keeks thru the white
an the brig, quate as the sabbath,
stauns wi the gates snecked ticht.

Angela Blacklock-Brown

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