The Bunnet Stane, Fife, Scotland.

Where hae I?

 

Ah stalk across a green grass land,

With great strides climb a hilltop summit,

Ah spy a flat, sheep-encrusted field,

But ah cannae spy me bunnet.

 

Ah flatten daisies, field and wood,

Crush strawberries ripe for the punnet,

Stamp past creatures, wolf and haggis,

But ah cannae spy me bunnet.

 

Up and doon the hills and meadow,

Blind by the rays of the sunset,

Ah lift my hand, casting gloaming shadows,

Since ah cannae spy me bunnet.

 

Across highland, heath and heidland I roam,

Traipse across scenery others would covet,

But I care not for heather nor hame,

If ah cannae spy me bunnet.

 

To a cabin deep in the woods Ah strode,

To find the fella fae whom Ah'd won it,

Whilst we played cards a week past last,

But he hadna seen ma bunnet.

 

Ah squelched out to the Kelpie's lair,

Tae ask the beast who dunnit?

Who took from me mah favourite hat?

But he said naeb'dy had ma bunnet!

 

Ah made ma way to me hame an' wife,

But the lass was fairly stunnit.

"Begone, for soon ma husband's hame!"

She didnae ken me withoot ma bunnet!

 

Ah find a spot tae climb up high,

As the wind not so gently buffets,

And doon in the field where I slept this morn,

Ah finally spy me bunnet.

 

 

K.T. Miller

25/5/2015

 

Done