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TARTANS, A SONNET FOR FRANCINE

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TARTANS, A SONNET FOR FRANCINE



There be Scots as farrrrrr as the eye can see.
Brawn calves and bright kilts delight lasses 
while pipers swagger out of the pub, tipsy.
Your smile broadens as a caber is tossed

end over end. Then, across the glen, highland                      
dancers in ghillies beckon with hearty flings.
Auch, it’s hot yet heather dare no’ wilt. Clans
gather, roguishly rib each other, as wool spins

in wheels. Aye, the romance can fair overwhelm
e’en the sensible. Worse for we, the fanciful. 
Come, here’s the tea tent. Let soft fiddles calm
as we nibble oatcakes. Tartans and tunes pull

heartstrings. We sit raptly, lost in Brigadoon,
put pen to napkin and let wee thistles bloom. 







*For my dear friend and fellow canuck, Francine Roberts who adores the whimsical, 
the lyrical and the magical. Her poetry always charms with the romance found in the 
everyday, in the extraordinary and in all the charms of nature.

Thank you, Francine, for all you bring to soup! 

I brought Francine to the Fergus Highland Festival, the largest of its kind in all of Canada. 
Fergus is less than an hour from Kitchener. We have attended many of these festivals.
Like many Canadians, I am a VERY mixed breed, lol, but am most proud of my 
Scot heritage. Nothing stirs the blood more than 30 or so massed bands 
playing down the sun with Amazing Grace. 

Francine, I took you to a former festival. The new festivals no longer 
have the tea tent! Grrrrrrrrr…The VON (Victorian Order of Nurses)  
ran the tea tent and it was almost surreal to see in it: spotless white
linens, real bone china pots and cups, small vases of roses and thistles on 
tartaned-up tables… scones and jam…. and a small stage featuring 
Celtic performers. It was very restorative for those who’d spent hours 
walking the festival, and had become weary, sunburned and parched. 
It really did feel like a Brigadoon in the middle of a scene from
Braveheart --- they actually had weapon demonstrations not far from
this tent…  lol... the Pipers Pub was like something out of a film.
Talk about struts! LOL!!!

If I know you at all, I think you’d be smitten by the atmosphere
 of a bygone time… and… ahem… men in kilts! 

Oh, yes, leaves a gal weak in the knees! Sigh!

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  1. Date: 2/10/2014 1:15:00 PM
    love it , love it , love it.... think I'll go get my tartan scarf to wear today for our family photo shoot, thanks Cyndi

  1. Date: 2/10/2014 10:34:00 AM
    Cyndi this is great, Francine is going to love this...David