Sometimes, when a teaching farmer or a farming teacher has a spare moment the experience of rural country life finds expression in poetic form. Although I’m no Bill Shakespeare, I still enjoy the craftiness one is permitted in blending words on paper or computer screen. Below is a poem that I wrote for our local Caledonian Society (Scottish cultural society) as a toast to the women of the society. Enjoy!
To the Caledonian LassiesWritten by Justin MacCurdy‘Tis been a while since I’ve seen ye,Fairest lassies in tartan weave,How beautiful your countenance,A pristine Sgian Dubh, unsheathed,Now, with the beauty of the thistle,Comes the prickly thorn,Wrought with anger is the maiden,From whence a love is torn,Let the Saltire fly she boasts,And the heather grow in mounds,I am the lioness rampant,My pride across the sea abounds,Hold dear your celtic soulmate,Name her anam-charaid,Place a fond kiss upon her,a braided knot, I say,Woman of my clan I vow,Te always stand beside thee,To lift my Gaelic Spirits,To toast my Caledonian lassie.