Short Braw Poems

Bobby Burnett bought a barrette    
For wee, bonny Barbara's long braids.  
Braw Bobby beams on wee bonny Babs       
As she gaen through the glens and glades....

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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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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 dinna fret
Tha has nae seen yon natchers yet
But when they come as come they will
Be sure t’stand rock solid still
Nae griping an’ nae felly clure
Wie brilly natchers at yer door...

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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 was a young Scotsman named Vin,
A wench tossed a coin with a grin.
He hoisted his kilt,
Said,  "Keep yer wee gilt -
I forgaw ma knickers agin!"

March 8, 2021...

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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 the butterflies fluttering by
Would just be totally braw
 
To all the Butterfly flutter by fans
On the Soup today
If you see a flutter by, by a Butterfly
Think of this poem and me...

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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 the Bank 
Water Shimmers and Shines in the Sunlight so Braw 
Dinnlin the Earth and Trees as it Flows 
Over Moor and Though Glen Toward Linn and Loch
Eventually Passing a Stone-Thrust and Becoming the Sea 
This is the Path of a Burn....

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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 inside theres tears
Ashly my nightmare but i love her to bits
Sean has a laugh that has me in fits
Natasha the baby the wee cuty pie
I hope when she's older she gets a good guy
they are all so good looking no one can deny
and their all the apple of this mothers eye...

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Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
Your braw heart was precautious to dive in. 
Do you spot me pause seeking out a pledge?
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
A strong leaf turns to a caring skin hedge.
To taste my zeal in your arms and within.
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
Your braw heart was precautious to dive in.

Written: March 20, 2023...

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His work is known around the Earth
This ploughman lad of lowly birth
He wooed and won the lassies braw
His Jean the fairest of them aw
He honoured such as mice and men
And friendship flowed beneath his pen
Of parity and justice wrote
A line that I take leave to quote
“That man to man the world o’er
shall brothers be...” can’t ask for more.
Diverse his works, out of his time
The man who gave us “Auld Lang Syne"
...

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