Aide Memoire

[tectak]

On the water you old dodder,
getting wet your underpants,
to praise the Scottish fare & clime,
you shame yourself by "Aide" of France!

Outside of using a French phrase as a title to remember and praise Scotland,
I find no fault in this poem.


Dale

Ah, history Dale, history. The auld alliance, Scotland and France.Too subtle? Or had you just forgotten?

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Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

This makes me wish I felt this passionate about a place such as this, very much enjoyed he splendid internal and subtle end rhymes. Best Keith

Thanks for this Keith. I always wax dour here....but I do love the country.
Best,
tectak