Month: May 2018
#kilbirnie war memorial #northayrshire #scotland #ww1
Kilbirnie War Memorial, unveiled in 1922 by General Mathew of Place. He is buried in the Knox vault in Kilbirnie old cemetery, It sits next to the huge grave stone of William Knox, (the largest in the old cemetery)
#Kilbirnie Amateur Dramatic Society, Walker Hall 1890s #northayrshire
Mr and Mrs Tod (middle) with Frank Fraser (R)
#poem About A Rowan Tree, #kilbirnie #northayrshire
I’ve been writing poetry about Kilbirnie and the area for many years now. You can see all of them here on my site. This one is about the Rowan Tree which was in my Grandfather’s garden in Castle Drive. Its likely still there.
In the shade of Grandpa’s house
There stood a Rowan Tree
Where my Brother tried to climb
With Rosalyn and me
Every day my Grandpa came
Admired towering boughs
While we as children playing there
Saw darkened twigs and crows
Shadows hung upon his life
With towering darkened power
Yet we as children plain could see
Their withering every hour
Its leaves held back the sunshine light
Its branches stern with years
Sitting with his chair and pipe
It calmed away his fears
Yet we as children playing in sight
Saw only twigs and leaves
Revealing more of sky to us
Than he could ever see
We pointed up at shafts of light
Throughout the darkened power
Whilst he preferred the shaded glade
To pass the wakened hour
We saw sun and endless days
Upon his chair he sat
Despite the passing years it stood
The tree was sound at heart
Bridgend Street #kilbirnie #northayrshire #victorian
#glengarnock #poem #northayrshire
If Glengarnock were a nightingale
All day it’s song would sing
Around the houses, through the streets
Oh the joy that it would bring
It’s tiny feet upon the roofs
Of buildings, trees and lawns
Spreading joy on little wings
And chirping at the dawn
Songs of hope and thanksgiving
For all the good thats here
From Auchengree to Barkip farm
With eyes so crisp and clear
And by the station trees it sits
For all the passers by
None can silence joy and hope
As the bird soars in the sky
On the coldest winter morn
Or by the frozen burn
The bird will chirp its peace and love
At every waking turn
And on the happy days of spring
While children take to rest
The little bird at Longbar farm
Will nestle in its nest