Scottish Poetry Selection
- Sloe Blossom
Sloe Blossom
Winter with his last of power
Sent the snow;
April on a chilly morn
Found the flakes upon a thorn,On a thorn where leaf was none;
And to save them for an hour
From the sun
Made of every flake a flower.You may see them if you will
Shining still
In a white enchanted shower
On the sloe!
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?