Tae a Puddle
a Scots poem by Kit Duddy
Yir sic a bonny thing, that sees the sky
and greenery. Wi unkent fathom near
always black, maist mithers gled tae
see you gaun as the washin pile
The street wains gaither roon yir girth,
wi wild sair smiles an fu owe mirth
tae see wha's first.
The canny yin gaes in wan fit first,
the next yin then daes twa.
The cheeky sod fae up the street
sends in his ain fitba.
Oh! puddle whit a playthin there,
nae even worth a shillin
Left ower fae the mornin’s rain
tae wains yir worth a million
About the author:
[Kit Duddy is] a retired retailer and former housing officer, 72 years young and writes poetry both prose and rhyme as a pastime, […} and has been writing for approx 9 years.
My poems are of rhyme and prose although I prefer rhyme, I write in English and in Scots. My work is both creative and reactive, stemming from the work of artists/photographers, but also from personal inspiration.” - quote by the author
To read more by the author, please visit www.facebook.com/kitspoems.
If you are an artist or author and are interested in applying for a chance to be featured in Envision Arts Magazine, please email firstname.lastname@example.org for application details.