Sunday, March 11, 2007

The laird of Daviot

he laird of daviot
    greeted me     this wandering soldier
upon an ill-used roman road
cobbled through nothing but scottish heather

no mean man     himself     he seemed
handclasped     full of unctions and well-wishes

i shook on it for a kern
hungry and footsore
hopefully could sojourney down that knapstone thoroughfare
to a billet fully propitious

instead     after short commons
that night what i lay on was a stone flagging
bare of blanket     with a brick for my head's companion

so i swear to that laird of daviot
not to you     but i to the gude laird above be thankit!


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