Closely tied to the land and seasons Scotlands' travelling fowk would follow seasonal work around the country. Each winter they would gather in places such as Alyth and Blairgowrie to see the winter out. Every spring they would head off to their various

Fir Dochy

As the dreich o' winter passes
and the spring light fills your eye,
each and every hour hastens daily by.
The wood's awash wi' bluebells
the bud sprouts upon the ash,
it sprung a week afore the oak
we'll only get a splash.
The air is getting warmer
and the beasts begin to stir,
the landscape chirps with birdsong
as the snow melts on the fir.
The shadows begin to shorten,
the sun's higher each passing noon,
we'll be shifting from our winter spot
soon as the yellow's on the broom.

Poetry by macpherson
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Written on 2005-10-12 at 17:47

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A very well worked piece , a landscape in the mind is painted with words.