Only one thing could have stopped us...The Auld Scottish pessimism!

Scotland by Alastair Reid
"It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet
when larks rose on long thin strings of singing
and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels.
Greenness entered the body. The grasses
shivered with presences and sunlight
stayed like a halo on hair and heather and hills.
Walking into town, I saw, in a radiant raincoat,
the woman from the fish-shop. 'What a day it is!'
cried I, like a sunstruck madman.
And what did she have to say for it?
Her brow grew bleak, her ancestors raged in their graves
as she spoke with their ancient misery:
'We'll pay for it, we'll pay for it, we'll pay for it!'


At a recent gathering of writers, the author of this poem Alastair Reid, took the original manuscript from his pocket and set fire to it in front of the assembled crowd.
"That was the old Scotland" he cried "now it is gone!"

Welcome to the new Scotland Teribus!!