Stane Poems - Poems about Stane

...We met in yonder tavern hay up top o' meikle hill bousing nappy til a' fou the nite drave on wi' rairing voices an the nappy growing better a souter gars a bet wi' lades o' siller the deil lau......Read the rest...

...Long travelled am I, amongst words that have sailed in and out of months beyond the horizon of years and age. Set down and scrolled out in lexical identity on parchment stane quarried and carried in......Read the rest...

...John Albert Baines R I P Beneath this sod the mortal remains A man of this parish, John Albert Baines A single young man, a butcher by trade Paid a high price for the error he made ......Read the rest...

...For the love in me, for the the freak in you, For all the naught things we like to do, I have no shame, exploring your body is my favorite game, You are the fire to my flame, Are love fl......Read the rest...