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Roaming

Happy in the morning air

Up the kite-tail

Country lane.

Up, up away

From the shimmering

Town above the marsh.

Up to the larksung fields

Where looms

The Hill.

A forgotten helm

Crowned with its spike.

Neckbent, scanning

Its scree scared face

Dread grips our hearts

As we commence

The climb.

Reaching up to grasp

Those worn clay steps

Where only rabbits run.

Till at last

Among the soaring crows

The summit

We have won.

George McEwan

Poems of George McEwan

The Times Are Aye A-Chaingin'

Traveller

Blues for Billy

Shooglin

The Cairders Burn and Cultiezeoun

Kildoon

Summer Breakaway

Tak' Up Yir Glass

 

I attended Carrick Academy where I first met Billy Davidson. While staying in Ayr I started and for a number of years ran, Ayr Folk Club where my friendship with Billy Connolly was forged. While working in Turner's lemonade factory I wrote ' The Welly Boot Song' which for a while was Billy's theme song. I've been writing for a long time, mostly poetry in dialect or with a Native American theme. Through the Maybole website I renewed my friendship with Billy Davidson and since then we've been corresponding and exchanging ideas re- poetry in general. These few here include a couple with a 'Glasgow' theme just for interest. While growing up in Maybole my big buddy was Peter Finnie. Alas we lost touch, and I've been searching for him for years now and would be grateful for any news of him. 

George McEwan.  MGMMcEwan@aol.com  October 2006

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