I Remember Mr. Briesmeister - ll tak a cup o' kindness - A Poem
Theres something pretty
And something oppressive
That hits me on some summer morning ..
When I see the dew hanging and spider webs drying
And hear the cars fire up and go [Full Poem]
It is winter, and many years later, and I think I even posted a version of this 7 or 8 years ago on MoonTraveller. But this poem is a story of day that just stays with me. We twa hae paidled i' the burn, Frae morning sun till dine ... Did you ever have one of them?
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