Back By W.D.Fisher.
A Memory of Kilbirnie.
Hi kilbirnie folks world wide. This is the poem you have all been asking for. No ettlin oanything wrang, wee albin daunert alang by the side o the orchard wa, where the pears an apples an aw were hinging ready tae fa. Folk say an its ma belief opportunity maks the thief, a hole in the wa in view, whit less could albin do but wrastle haulf wae through. An there ayont the wa whit wis it albin saw, a giant six fit three wae a cudgel frichtsome tae see twixt him an the apple tree. Whaur are ye gaun ya deevil baith looks an voice unceevil, there was jist yae choice tae mak, there was jist yae gate tae tak, so the wee soul answered BACK.
Add your comment
You must be signed-in to your Frith account to post a comment.
Add to Album
You must be signed in to save to an album
Sign inSparked a Memory for you?
If this has sparked a memory, why not share it here?
Comments & Feedback
Be the first to comment on this Memory! Starting a conversation is a great way to share, and get involved! Why not give some feedback on this Memory, add your own recollections, or ask questions below.