One to Greet

Charlie, Lad

It’s you I see

With eyes no verra skillful

Not long ago

You left the Glen

In debt and doubt and willful

Your Gramma

Mourned the parting

While your sister paid the toll

In London

And in service

Til it killed her, precious soul.

But Jamie

Of our number

At her death-bed all-assuring

And kindly

Was one Doctor

Full intent upon her curing

She passed in peace

With plans to bless

The loves of Scottish youth

And said your name

In hopeful trust

That you would come to truth.

And here you be

A sight to see

I’m done here in the garden

So step within

A bite and talk

Your work abroad and pardon.

How folk will laugh

Embrace you Lad

The sheep has clean amended

Back in the fold

As days of old

By love and hope defended.

And I, old Drumsheugh

Privileged here

To give Drumtochty’s hand

The lost is found

Now safe and sound

A bloom from barren land.

(With thanks to the precious writing of Ian MacLaren in “Days of Auld Lang Syne”)

http://momentsmidstream.blogspot.ca/2010/12/house-call-extraordinary.html

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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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