"cuid" poems
Thare wis a time
ah cuid climb th' stairs
in th' Scott Monument,
aroond 'n' aroond
up tae th' tap
'n' doon tae th' ground;
bit age mak's it
a bridge tae far,
a step tae mony.
Lik' wise
climbing up
Arthur's Seat
wis wance achieved
wi'oot a break fur breath
'n' wid sit oan th' tap
wi' a sense o' pride.
Noo aches 'n' loupin
limbs 'n' back,
mak' th' attempt
a non event,
a climb best left
tae a former time.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC