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Poem for the Day

Posted: 1 December 2013

The Advent wind begins to stir
With sea-like sounds in our Scotch fir,
It's dark at breakfast, dark at tea,
And in between we only see
Clouds hurrying across the sky
And rain-wet roads the wind blows dry
And branches bending to the gale
Against great skies all silver pale
The world seems travelling into space,
And travelling at a faster pace
Than in the leisured summer weather
When we and it sit out together,
For now we feel the world spin round
On some momentous journey bound -
Journey to what? to whom? to where?
The Advent bells call out 'Prepare,
Your world is journeying to the birth
Of God made Man for us on earth.'

And how, in fact, do we prepare
The great day that waits us there -
For the twenty-fifth day of December,
The birth of Christ? For some it means
An interchange of hunting scenes
On coloured cards, And I remember
Last year I sent out twenty yards,
Laid end to end, of Christmas cards
To people that I scarcely know -
They'd sent a card to me, and so
I had to send one back. Oh dear!
Is this a form of Christmas cheer?
Or is it, which is less surprising,
My pride gone in for advertising?
The only cards that really count
Are that extremely small amount
From real friends who keep in touch
And are not rich but love us much
Some ways indeed are very odd
By which we hail the birth of God.

We raise the price of things in shops,
We give plain boxes fancy tops
And lines which traders cannot sell
Thus parcell'd go extremely well
We dole out bribes we call a present
To those to whom we must be pleasant
For business reasons. Our defence is
These bribes are charged against expenses
And bring relief in Income Tax
Enough of these unworthy cracks!
'The time draws near the birth of Christ'.
A present that cannot be priced
Given two thousand years ago
Yet if God had not given so
He still would be a distant stranger
And not the Baby in the manger.

Advent 1955
John Betjeman

Christmas Haiku #1

Posted: 1 December 2013

And so it begins,
Advent’s overflowing bowl.
Embrace the season.

Embrace the season
By thinking of those without
Hope or home or love.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 30 November 2013

I am the bonnie cross of Andrew,
Blue and white my colours are.
Drink with me a toast to Scotland,
Raise a glass, shout ‘Slainte Mhath’.

When I heard the sound of battle on the slopes at Bannockburn,
There I saw proud Edward’s banner fall as homeward he did turn.
As the Bruce in triumph raised me, Scotsmen rallied to the cause,
Tyrants here shall never rule us, break our will or change our laws.

And when at Flodden Field I stumbled and my rightful king lay slain,
Though defeated still my clansmen raised me up to fly again.
High I flew, undaunted, noble, proud my colours were unfurled,
Flying free against oppression, flying free for all the world.

Then at Culloden’s bloody battle, e’er the last on Scotland’s shore,
Though my noble clans were scattered I would fly here evermore.
Then the bonnie prince I guided, far away across the main,
This to him my loyal promise I would never fall again.

And when in Europe cannon thundered at Passchendaele and on the Somme,
There I laid some bonnie callants, others I brought safely home.
And at the Normandy invasion, I flew there my standard high,
Once again my sons all rallied, fight for freedom, fight or die.

I am the bonnie cross of Andrew,
Blue and white my colours are.
Drink with me a toast to Scotland,
Raise a glass, shout ‘Slainte Mhath’.

The Bonnie Cross of Andrew
Bill Adair

Haiku #20 - The Clutha Vaults, 30th November 2014

Posted: 30 November 2013

In our dear, green place,
Its people come together,
United in grief.

Life is very brief,
Like the falling of a leaf,
Love your fellow man.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 29 November 2013

The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you
And the river its banks.

The sea laps the great rocks
Because I love you
And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away
And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'.

The blackbird fills the air
Because I love you
With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.

The people walk in the street and laugh
I love you
And far down the river ships sound their hooters
Crazy with joy because I love you.

The Sun Has Burst The Sky
Jenny Joseph

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