Corbiehill North Fife, home of Harvey Holton.
A recent poem by Harvey Holton.
Picnic
A wee wicker basket
Wi knives
Forks
Plates
Cups
Pieces
Flaskes o tea
Bags o sugar
Biscuits
An a big tartan travelin rug
Spreid evenly oan the saft gress
The wund whustles her gentle chinge
In the trees
The lift derkens an a saft smirr
O fine rain blaws in
Mak guid the hap
Life
Efter awe
Is nae picnic
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