World Poetry Day

To celebrate World Poetry Day here is Valerie Gillies On Drowsy Brae

On Drowsy Brae

‘Whit are ye daein here, on Drowsy Brae?
Letting the gress grow aneath ye, in amang
this saft brome, weel-kenned as sleepies?’

Forwandert, we’re doverin ower,
takkin a rip o pluff-gress for a pillow
whaur it is nid-nod-nodding.

Oor darg maks us sair forfochten
and taigled wi aa the chainges,
we’ve lain doon, tyke-tired.

We’ll streek oor length on Drowsy Brae
for that’ll keep oor banes green.
We’ll sleep as soond as a peerie.

We’ll mind o this, when we wauken,
oor fowk were aye made o gress,
bairns o the yird an o the universe.

forwandert, weary with wandering

doverin ower, falling asleep

pluff-gress, Yorkshire fog

darg, work

sair forfochten, exhausted

taigled, tired, harassed

tyke-tired, dog-tired

yird, earth

From the collaboration When the grass dances