Ode to Charles and Others
Linda V. H. Gordon
  • 2000

  • I min' o' a lad--a school freen o' mine
  • I kent him quite weel in days lang syne.
  • His locks they were black
  • His face it was handsome.
  • The quines thocht him worth `The Auld King's ransom'
  • He liked the quines, they liked him tae.
  • I dinna think he ever fancied me!
  • Oor days were guid & aften sunny
  • Helen & I found maist things funny.
  • We laughed at life & as a rule
  • Didna baither much wi work & school.
  • We left oor pals tae continue their studies
  • We got jobs & were guid dancin' buddies.
  • Time went by we kinna lost touch
  • But heard noo & then fa's wi' such & such.
  • Charles mairrit Sheena & settled doon
  • She travelled tae the East wi that Slochie loon.
  • The years rolled on till 98
  • Fan `Glory be' we hid a date
  • Tae the Marine we a' went for a gran' get the gither,
  • Oor evenin' was great apart from the wither.
  • They cam frae the North & they came frae the Sooth
  • One even came on crutches & that's the God's truth.
  • Frae the States they flew in, leavin' sunny CA
  • An frae far flung Alaska they made their way
  • I think of our school freens nae longer here,
  • Count blessings a plenty & folks who are dear.
  • The Re-union has prospered, I'm happy to say,
  • Freenship as aye...has again won the day.
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