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From where her dark stain spreads

Across the paving stones,

She sprawls in morning ambush

Back propped against the Bank.

Dark reptilian slits peer out

At housewives’ dancing high-heeled feet.

A living sepia daguerreotype

Carrick’s own Geronimo.

Her rover’s face wind-chiselled.

Malevolent, yet somehow lost and sad.

No reservation’s barbs can hold

This virago traveller, Spirit woman.

What paths, what troubled miles have led

These booted feet at last to this?

Her only friends the enemy boys

Who jeer and taunt her frailty.

Who, laughing, force her up to teeter,

Teeter legs aslant and slashing.

Seeking to count coup upon

Their bounding antelope backs.

To howl and curse at length to shed

Hot dirty burns of torment and frustration.

Scything the vibrant summer air

With her third leg’s hazel weight

Thenturn and beat her warrior rage

Upon the pavement’s desecration.

And yet….

In some forgotten tinker Hogan

Beside a gravelled Highland burn

Did not a mother’s eyes gaze down

In warm-breast offered love

Upon her mewling newborn bairn?

…a tiny, ripening moment;

Fruited, picked and crushed

Beneath Necessity’s wounding tread.

As each inevitable seeding’s harvest

Soured the workworn vat of mother love.

Passing responsibility’s pack

To the daughter’s oldyoung shoulders,

Setting maiden feet upon

The path of  lonely destitution.


Under what chaffing hawthorn bush,

Beneath what glistening sky

Did she at last, cold and alone,

Receive Infinity’s kiss of liberation………

George McEwan Orkney Sept. 1991

Poems of George McEwan

The Times Are Aye A-Chaingin'


Blues for Billy


The Cairders Burn and Cultiezeoun


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.  October 2006

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Carrick Academy schoolmates reunited after 50 years!

They were at Carrick Academy together in the 1950s then lost contact until they got back in touch through the Maybole web site and met up again five years ago for the first time in 50 years. In July 2009 George McEwan and Bill Davidson met up again in the Welltrees Inn in this Year of Homecoming, George travelling from Glasgow and Bill all the way from New York. Bill’s son had suggested that a trip to Turnberry for The Open would be a great present for Bill’s 70th birthday and he jumped at the chance to come back to his roots and meet up with family and friends. more