Poem – Cutty Sark (By Henryk Baranski)

Cutty Sark

 

A THOUSAND MEN

BUILD AND DESTROY

A THOUSAND MEN

SWEAT AND TOIL

A THOUSAND MEN

NOW DRUNK AND HUNGRY

WORKING FOR WEEK’S WAGE

AND BOIL.

 

GREAT SHIPS IRONED

AND TRAINS RAILED

TRACKS ROADS AND ACHIEVEMENTS

WROUGHT AND BLAST

THROUGH GREAT SCOTTISH FORESTS

FELLED HARD FAST SCOTTISH TREES

 

SLICED GUTTERS BLED GOATS

SHEEP CATTLE AND HEATHER

ROLLED SOAKED WIPED UP

WITH BIRCH ROWAN AND OAK

AND OUR HOMES DISHES

SADDLES AND SPOONS

BILLOW THROUGH AIR AND MIST

AND SHIRTS SHEETING NOW

AGAINST THE WIND

FALL FLUTTER DRIPPING

ANCIENT FOOD BLASTS

COMING THROUGH ACROSS

MORSE CODE

AND DELICIOUS MORSELS

LEFT FOR THE SOUNDS

TO CATCH AND HOLD.

 

WHERE THE GRAMPIANS

FIRST RISE ACROSS MUNRO’S

HAPPY GLINTING FACE

 

BENEATH, BENEATH THE TYNDRUM’S

HILLS LIES THE GOLD

ONCE BESOTTED UPON OUR FOLK

 

NOW GROUND INTO FINE

WHITE POWDER

 

NOW SIFTED AND SORTED NEATH

OUR FEET

SO HOT AND COMFY WARM

NOW THAT WALKING IS A TREAT.

 

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