A poem for hope this January. With a nod tae the Bard.
I wrote this at the turn of the year and much to my surprise it came out in Scots, Fife and English. There’s a bit of all of them in me. I thought I would share it on Burns birthday as it’s inspired by him and a love of his poetry since childhood. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, please share it. I plan to recite it tonight at our zoom Burns night. Wish me luck! Hope fur 2021 The auld year ends . Nae wi a bang b ut whimperin w e lick oor wounds . Oor empty erms Long tae haud Ache to coorie In thegither K in a vaccine Fill thon gap ? o l ost connection o sare herts and heids . Aye longin f ur spring f ur hope Fur awthin growin new . But fur noo It’s a step Ain at a time Restin , gratefu , peacfu . Fur whit’s Hope ? It’s oors tae haud . We ken guid times Are aroond the corner . So here’s a haun Ma trustit fiere . We cannae touch Bit love is in thon smile . Be telt , 2021 ! Whitever ye chuck Oor way We’re no dun yet