O ye sma toon sae bricht an brawn
awake ye o'er this rising morn
fer a ye ken it's nae forlorn
tae seek yer ain wee shantie
an aye at nicht cauld Jack does paint
sweet silver scratchings awfu' quaint -
see faeries slide their gleeful dance
as doon the aisles o' frost they prance
while Bamse on his harbour plinth
watches o'er the ships' absinthe
craturs o' a nether world
traders, sails and flags unfurled
Montrose
a rose beneath the sun
tae us wee Scots
tis number one!
Take a trip down the coast to Montrose and discover the beauty of this North Eastern town: 15 November 2008
Penny Hemans
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/montrose-in-winter/
