A Glen Yonder - A Scots' Poem by Stewart Storrar

Hello everyone. Welcome back to Lore Publication. Today is the anniversary of Robert Burns, a famous Scottish Poet and so we have a Scots poem for you by Scottish writer Stewart Storrar.

Stewart wrote this poem about moving from the countryside to the city of Glasgow, and then about his fascination with re-kindling his love of nature while living in an urban area. Stewart plans more Scots poetry soon, so stay tuned and enjoy!

A Glen Yonder

A mind a glen

Cawin’ tae me,

Yont’ a bizzie hiewey,

It’s sonsie spirit,

A caum pap,

Tae’ ma’ weywart saul.

 

In ma’ hert a ken’

The glen’s cawin’

Ma’ mynd ken’

The toun’s douth, smorin lums

 

Aye, ma’ weywart saul,

Fir’ aw it’s flaws,

Wis’ wunnerin’

Boot’ the glen yont’

And aw’ it’s beasties,

Tae’ traivel awa,

Fae’ yir’ awfu toun.

 

And so a’ gangle,

Doon unner yir’ hiewey,

And a’ gangle,

Up o’er yir’ glen,

Tae’ hunker doon,

An’ answer it’s cawin’

 

Fir’ aw’ ma’ days aby’

An’ aw’ ma’ days tae’ come,

Nocht compares,

Tae the glen’s cawin’

Wae’ aw’ it’s beasties,

An aw’ it’s blowster.

 

Aye, nocht compares,

Tae the glen’s caum pap,

Fir’ ma’ weywert saul.

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A Distant Glen

I remember a glen,

Calling to me,

From beyond a busy highway,

It's joyful spirit,

A calm touch,

To my wayward soul.

In my heart I remember,

The glen calling,

My mind remembers,

The town's gloomy, smothering chimneys

Yes, my wayward soul,

For all it's flaws,

Was wondering,

About the glen beyond,

And all it's creatures,

To travel away,

From your awful town.

And so I walk,

Down under your highway,

And I walk,

Up over your glen,

To sit down,

And answer it's calling.

For all my days gone by,

And all my days to come,

Nothing compares,

To the glen's calling,

With all it's creatures,

And all it's wind.

Yes, nothing compares,

To the glen's calm touch,

For my wayward soul.