Chivalrous Robbie

Had a name for Queen’s
Good English.
But he skipped in Gaelic form.
Gave us much from Cotter’s Cottage
Sunday’s fire
Would keep all warm.
Or a timid cowrin mousie
Passing through Life’s
Common part. With heart.

Get to January, that’s the ticket.
Dinners, readings for the Bard
Try some haggus.
What is in it?
Quickly throw it
Out the Yard.


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https://www.poetry.com/poem/30530/my-heart%27s-in-the-highland
 

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell -
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
(Excerpt from To a Mouse)