Kirsty

An old Scottish lady friend

                                           KIRSTY

   by Arthur Gordon

 

                    Now, wee Kirsty is frae near Lochness,

                    A bonnie highland lassie, I must confess,

She likes to wear a long flowing dress,

Kirsty is a gentle, friendly dear,

Her hair is long, chestnut brown and never a mess,

Her eyes are large, blue and clear.

 

Kirsty is offy gracious and kind,

A more beautiful Scots lassie, you could nay find,

She has a lovely face and a canny mind,

And is youthful, tender and sweet,

To be with her is a joy, she’s the best of womankind,

She’s the type of lassie you’d like to meet.

 

Kirsty likes the coast and blue cloudless sky,

The sound of waves and the seagulls cry,

Mariners in boats, gently sailing by,

Even in winter, at the end of the year,

As Kirsty kisses visitors goodbye.

She laughs and sheds a wee tear.

 

 Kirsty is a ray of sunshine when skies are grey,

The moon and stars light her way,

She smiles, even on an autumnal day,

In the cold of winter she wears a wee blue bonnet,

If you call at her hame, you’ll want to stay,

I’m so fond of her, I wrote this sonnet.

 

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                           copyright Arthur Gordon 2018

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

A poem from the Scottish Highlands