Classic poem of the day
Wham will we send to London town,
To Parliament, and a' that,
Wha maist in a' the country round,
For worth and sense may fa' that. —
For a' that, and a' that,
Thro' Galloway and a' that,
Whilk is the Laird, or belted Knight,
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Member poem of the day
I woke the howling wake to see where it would take me,
Down upon the river's edge where the moon rose on a night such as this,
I spoke to the voices of the past that sat there silent,
Waiting for my arrival as so they could exist,
Things of the night we don't speak of transpire,
As thought to say remember when?
Stirred to movement the wake plays with the mind,
Shadowy figures dance the night away by the river's edge,
Trickery or Tomfooler......
