A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To 'orse ah took an' found the 'erd sam 'urt.
The 'ungry wolves 'ad already fed.
Inta the bi'er blaw, the rill ah skirt
thro braes a white, t'ward ham an' fire burnin'
the bleatin' sheep, the 'orse an' ah alert.
We wud mak it hame, stomaches churnin'
O smell the peat fire on the wild wind now,
'ear the cows faint distant ca', a lowin'
'erself wud know, we'r near ta the brow.
Noo, we 'ad beat the storm hame, an' kep' me vow.
Dedicated to Jimbo Goff & James Fraser
and the spirit of Robin Burns
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Greys-fuhl swords of light pierce the clouds, into the deep oh-shuhns shimmering off of sequin kuhv-erd Mandarinfish. Reflecting on the all the love yoor giving hahrt has far removed our sin, onward the light travels bih-yond. What yoor pupil sees into the mind, of the eternal ih-maj-uh-ney-shuhns. For time will tell of that which you per-seev
Schtim vun di erd,
schpigl vun di welt,
glajch klang vun der wint,
a tanzn.
D'erew a fargliwerte asch
ligt in majne machschowes,
un muzik.
De grine welt hot a frajndlich gezang.
De zun,
de zilbernen schtern.
Lidlech vun fejgl,
schpil vun de wintn,
der zirkon a schejner zumertog,
wi monblumen,
penermer wi a nepl,
de zunfargang.
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Stimmen der Erde
Stimmen der Erde,
Spiegel der Welt,
wie Windgesang,
ein Tanzen.
Der Abend, eine verglühende Asche,
eingebettet in meinen Gedanken,
eine Musik.
Die grüne Welt hat einen fröhlichen Klang.
Die Sonne,
die silbernen Sterne.
Lieder von Vögeln,
Spiel des Windes.
Die Erinnerung, ein schöner Sommertag,
wie Mohnblumen,
Gesichter im Nebel,
der Sonnenuntergang.
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Voices of the earth,
mirror of the world,
like songs in the wind,
a dance.
Evening, glowing ashes,
embedded in my thoughts,
a music.
A green world has a joyful sound.
The sun,
the silver stars.
Songs of the birds,
game of the wind,
Remembrance, a beautiful summer day,
like poppies,
faces in the fog,
the sunset.
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