Out Over The Forth By Robert Burns

1791
Type: Song

Out over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.

But I look to the west when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The man that is dear to my babie and me.

Burns has to be my favourite poet , if not my favourite. I was sitting looking out over the forth today and this poem talked to me and touched my heart. I had to share it.

What do you like most about Scotland 10 facts ?

1. I love irn bru diet and full fat

2. I love Edinburgh the city of literature and am lucky to live right next door to it.

3. I love batters sasuasage and chips from the chippy ( Can’t beat it)

4. I love the Edinburgh dungeons and the Edinburgh museum especially the veiw you get for the veiw top terrest.

5 I LOVE our literature we still hold top place in the world I love scottish poetry especially Norman MaCciah and Robert Burns.

6 I love how friendly we are how you can go out for a drink and get chatting to anyone

7 I love the fourth just walking along tbe beach starring out into the forth is the closest you will get to heaven.

9 I like shortbread and fudge and tablet and haggis all the stereotypical foods.

10 I love Hogmany and burns night

Lang Town

 

 

Over the tarmac hill we rumble

Amongst the sea of rapeseed fields.

With hunched backs and crinkled smiles

Hopeless silhouettes collected together on dampened bus seats.

 

Kirkcaldy lies just ahead

A town stood amongst the remains of coal dust.

Where once there was a promise of wealth for all

Hope Snuffed from the everyday man

by the bitter dead end of industry.

 

Cracks plastered over in the digital stream

A future generation of idle idealists

Deluded to the mess.

 

Under the arch we stoop in our stuffy double decker Skelton.

Through the moulded edged window, you can glance

At where Sea field used to sit.

The resting coal dust lies beneath

A housing estate for the destitute rich.

 

Yet the warm glow spreads from stranger’s eyes

To disguise the dampened corners.

and sooth the ever-closing fears that linger

under blue tinted finger nails.

 

 

1st Of July ( A Poem For Everyday In July)

I’ve decided I want to produce a poem for everyday in July in an aim to write more. Hope you enjoy.

 

1st Of July

I walked the paths of the Glen at three o’clock

Through the shadows of the trees.

Up towards the towers of the abbey

And the tired Cobbled streets.

 

I’m becoming a woman

I feel it in my bones.

The gnawing fear.

The mission of self-preservation from the sharp edged cold.

The constant battle for survival that haunts the old.