Anyway all this will be the subject of another blog because the subject of this one is a woman called Betty MacKellar who is an award winning poet and one of those writers who has lyricism dripping from her lips - or out of her pen. She is one very talented lady.
Betty is from Edinburgh originally but grew up in Selkirk then she saw sense and married a west coast man – a sheep farmer whose family still own land up and around Murshiel and Lochwinnoch. The hills of the area are steeped in legends and history so she doesn’t look much beyond her front door for inspiration for her poetry.
She started writing poetry when she retired from her job as a teacher in the local school. And she hasn’t looked back.
There are many clips of her on You Tube, reading out her own stuff as she has one of those beautiful voices that ....well she sounds the way milk chocolate would if it could talk.
I have included one of her poems here, written in Scots. You can see that she uses the same language as Burns did and it has that same smooth gentle rolling cadence. It is quite difficult to sound angry in Scots.
I'm sure you will understand it, just do an impression of Sean Connery as you read it out loud and it will come naturally enough.
I’ll vote No
wi the bluid o the Picts in my veins
an Scotland in my heart
An I’ll tell ye for why.
I hae a Union Jack gripped in the ae haun
an Scotland’s flag ticht in the tither
I’m like a mither wi twa bairns
looin them baith the same.
What’s this daftness
aboot brakin oor family in twa?
I coonsel my bairns.
“that way ye’ll be strang.”
We belang in the same hoose.
Argie bargie wi yer brither gin ye please.
But hae it in yer mind ayeways
that his enemy’s your enemy
his freen yours an a’.
Stick by that bulldog Sassenach
like the wee Scotch terrier that ye are.
Thegither we’ll snap
at thae fat cats that sup oor cream,
sink oor teeth in the beam ends
o real villains.
Scots, English – Brits,
we’re a’ Jock Thamson’s bairns
brithers unner the skin ower three hunner year.
When I was wee
I slept soonder
for bidin wi my brither an my sisters
unner the same roof.
Noo I’m auld
I’ll gae happier tae my rest
Kennin the family’s no pairtit.