Best Braw Poems

When i grow old i will be glad
of the five braw weans im blessed to have
Gordon my oldest wise for his years
Kelly shes bolder but...

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Scotland, rich in pride
Braw mountainous scenery
Stands proud and salutes
 
Saltire shares the wind
Tartan Highlanders kilted
Kingdom of the clans...

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Awa' oan the Firth of Forth, 
high oan the famous brig', 
a laboring lad toils tirelessly 
in the cauld and bitter wind.

Awa' aff the river...

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William Shakespeare is my favourate poet!

	It does not need a thousand poems, dear, 
		to prove that William Shakespeare
	is a scintillating poet, nor does it require
		him...

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Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art, 
To feel how I press thy singing 
Close to my heart?

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His work is known...

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Note-It's Burns Weekend in Scotland and this is my tribute to our great bard.I will 
be reciting this at a Burns Supper tonight.I hope you...

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It’s braw y’are its braw a’reet
Wi’ brilly natchers at yer feet
Tis one fer they an’ one fer me
T’ set tha brilly natchers free
So dinna mumble...

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Wee, wee rid rid coated thing
tae ma hert sic joy yea bring.
Wae elegance an' tender charm,
ma racin' hert yea sae disarm.

Yea hang there among yer...

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When i was a wean we got everything free.from first bras to high heel shoes. ma mammy 
thought she had the cream of the crop,...

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Bobby Burnett bought a barrette    
For wee, bonny Barbara's long braids.  
Braw Bobby beams on wee bonny Babs   ...

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A Butterfly flutters by
On a summers breeze
The flutter by Butterflies
With delightfully winged ease
 
To watch the Butterflies flutter by
Leaves me in total awe
To witness all...

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Sailin doon the watter,
Frae Glesga tae Dunoon,
Wae the paddles at thur fullest,
We'd get ther awfy soon,

The music played as we stood on deck,
An the sights...

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There was a young Scots lass named Lilt
Who wondered, “What’s under Mac’s kilt?”
She asked him politely,
He answered contritely,
“It used to be braw but it’s wilt”.

There...

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A Dribble a Trickle a Dram a Splash
Flowing Down a Brae Past the Steading 
Rushing Over Rocks Creating Crag and Tails
Waves Wash and Bleather on...

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aw aye on the could nights
that are brought by the days so short
sipping ma dram neath the misty window
peeking across the glen i nearly forgot

on...

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