More Traveler's Tales by the current featured poet, John R. Yaws. - poetheart 08/28/01
Whilst travelin' down a Scottish road-
I came upon a fire...
Beside the which a Traveler sat-
Another "blade for 'ire".'e eyed me close, as I came up-
'is 'and upon the 'ilt-
O' Spanish steel, then 'e relaxed,
'is eyes upon me kilt."Buchanan, ey"? 'e said, an' smiled.
"An' pray! an' 'ave a chair"...
'e smiled, and motioned to the sward-
And bade me share his fare."Why, lad! Perhaps I knew yer, Dad-
The tartan suits ye well!
Buchanan get, are fightin' men-
That yer one I can tell".A crust o' bread, a slab o' cheese-
A noggin full ave ale...
A roadside fire, wi' cheerful bleeze-
I'll tell me Traveler's tale.I mind when James was on the throne-
A bloody despot, 'e!
An' England flew 'er colors...
On every land and sea.A Scot doth hate the English throne...
But, hoot! the pay is good...
An' pay they did, as Scotsmen bled-
Their fine, an' noble blood.Put out yon fire! It's hooves I 'ear-
A comin' down the trail...
Which bids no good for posted Scots-
Thus ends this Traveler's tale.
by John R. Yaws