in his broad accent

for-Father Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Silent One
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his childhood stories told
of when he was 
a little scottish boy
grey days...freezing nights 
the only way to keep out the bite
was the fires flames a roaring 
"tis wasn’t much-but it was me home"
he would say
 in his broad accent    
               but...i could never hear it

when war came   
and his father did his duty
[a hero within a young boy`s eyes]
his spinster Aunt came to stay 
"I had two mums in those days," 
he would often say-
in his broad accent 
               but…i could never hear it

 he would often tell me
how he collected coal by the railway lines
to add to the night time fire 
or the  day when a Luftwaffe bomber was shot down 
and crashed into a field near his childhood home
he would talk about
nights spent in air raid shelters 
or the nights sitting in the dark
he would often say
"you cannae show the hun the way to London"
in his broad accent 
              but…i could never hear it

the silent piper greeted visitors at the door
he would always welcome them with a "G`day"
and a glass of whisky
[always a cheap one]
but there was something not quite right 
about the way he said   "G`day"
in his broad accent 
             but…i could never hear it

its true with what they say about the 
Scotch being stingy
[he would say he was just being thrifty]
example- when we left the lights on in a room empty
he would say
"Andre Carnegie doesn’t live here,"
in a sarcastic way 
and in his broad accent  
                             but…i could never hear it
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explanations of words used in this poem
townhill-a scottish village just outside of dunfermline
G'day-an Aussie greeting for hello
Andre Carnegie-Scottish-American industrialist and philanthropist.[born in   
                             dunfermline immigrated to usa aged 12] 
##dad migrated to australia in 1951
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June 20, 2026 at 1:52 PM
Markus this is a wonderful take on the contest... I love the refrain and how you focused on his accent.. I guess when someone moves from a country with such a strong accent as Scotland, it is difficult to lose the accent.. Congratulations on your first place in the contest..
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June 21, 2026 at 4:35 AM
thank you very much for your kind words and placing me 1st in your contest. He migrated to Australia 70 years ago and still has an accent
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