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The early morn’ was bricht an’ fair
‘Mid nature’s sweet complexion, 
Humanity seem’d  never mair
As mutual in affection.
The earth was burstin’ intae bloom,
The burdies intae song;
Dispellin’ a’ man’s self made gloom;
Yae! Rectifyin’ wrong.
Dismayed Phobeen ‘mang winter’s throes,
An’ sair wi’ a’ it’s ills;
Spring had come, auld Phebus rose
Frae ‘mang the Straiton hills.
I plied my usual daily trend
Lik’ nature it is varied;
My body may wae hardship bend,
My soul is seldom wearied.
‘T was on this lovely morn’ in spring
When housewife’s scrub an’ scower,
I ca’d upon a client in fling
Tae sweep a chimney for ‘er.
When mountin’ tae the chimney stack,
I heard a queer commotion;
But nane surprised was I at that,
Gin I heard it often.
‘T was just a feathered freen, I kent
By flappin’ o’ the wings’
Strivin’ hard in it’s ascent
As oot the vent he clim’s.
The jackdaw’ as it proved tae be,
Was no ‘ the least disposed
Tae fraternise the like o’ me,
Tae a nearby roof she closed.

Poems of Arthur G. McColm

The Spooncreel's End Evacuating Doos at the Kirk Belfry Bobby and The Wartime Blackoot
An Encounter The Toothache The Glen Kirk Choir
Our Sacred Cause Lambie's Close The Ghost O'Drumley Hoose
Maybole and District The Ash Tree and The Varnished Door Burns and Splendid Isolation

Notes about these poems contributed by the author's daughter Anne McCrindle

Arthur McColmThese poems were written by my dad about Maybole and some of the characters from the town. Some poems were written for events and 'smokers' do's. Some serious some fictional and quite comical. Quite a few about Maybole in war time and his thoughts about the war. Dad was the last son born 1907 to Emily and Tom McColm. They lived in Montgomery Street till they moved to Ladyland Road, across from the school which later burned down in 1919. Dad was a slater and chimney sweep, well known in the town. He played in the Maybole burgh band for many years till it was disbanded. He later became a member of the Ayrshire Yeomanry Band. Sadly he died at the age of sixty in 1968, but has left us with many happy memories and treasures in his written words
Anne Mc Crindle (nee McColm) born in Maybole, daughter of Arthur Mc Colm and Maggie McKay.

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