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This is one of a large number of Scottish related articles by Guest Writers which have been added to Rampant Scotland. The pages were previously part of the "Scottish Radiance" Web site and there are many more articles in this series being added over a period of months.

Poetry From Comrie

By the People of Comrie

Background to the author: This contribution is about the Village of Comrie, Strathearn, Perthshire. It is an anthology of poems written in the main by Comrie people about the Village of Comrie and the surrounding area ranges from earliest times until today. The book spans approximately 1000 years and contains some rare old black and white photographs.

It will be seen that through the telescope of time people have always been drawn to record its natural setting, its mountains and rivers, as well as its characters and moments through verse and song. This continuity surely shows that whilst things may alter in the world beyond, some things never change.

The collection was gathered from many sources over the years, principally by the editor's father, the late David Baird McNaughton, a native of Comrie. It was published for the enjoyment of the people of Comrie and the wider Scottish global community, as well as others interested in the evolution of our culture and history. In recent years it was enhanced by contributions from various people in other parts of Scotland and North America. By design, and through selection, it tells the story of the Village and its people, taking into account some of their interests, pastimes and even eccentricities. It also clearly shows that, despite the simpler and perhaps harsher existence which country life offers, all of life's great challenges were met and overcome, and that throughout there have always been rays of sunshine.

Poems by the People of Comrie

A Rose Bed by Annie McFarlane

What is beauty unsurpassed?
A rose garden
Blooms of every hue and class,
In a rose garden.

Summer clouds are riding high,
But need we watch them passing by,
When so much beauty meets the eye
In a rose garden.

From lovely rosebuds tightly curled,
Slowly petals they unfurl,
Until with pride they show the world
The perfection of a rose garden.

Through the summer days
Their beauty lent,
Till petals fall,
Their perfume spent.

Battered by the wind and rain,
For a brief farewell remain
Like a patchwork counterpane,

A Fishy Tale or Tail by Keith Macpherson

There are strange things done
in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold,
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
But nearer home, mid the spray and foam,
For the rivers were running high,
Three dauntless men sought a lonely glen
In quest of the fishy fry.
The day was rough, but the men were tough,
For the rain in torrents fell,
Tho' you may feel that it can't be real
I swear it's the truth I tell.
You've heard no doubt of the "Carrie" spout,
The sight makes you catch your breath,
'Mid the torrent sound salmon mill around
But you know that a slip means death.
Yet these dauntless three
On the rocks we see
Fearless they ply their art,
Far from the rush,
the crowd, and the crush
Theirs is a world apart.

To A Butterfly by William Kay

I chanced along a leafy glade
That surely elves and pixies made,
Where fairy folks their revels hold
And nectar sip from cups of gold;
For tiny twig and mighty bough
Were clad in summer raiment now,
And butterflies of brilliant hue
In aimless fashion round me flew.

A King among them came my way
No rival near could say him nay,
A living jewel on fairy wings,
And yet they seemed such tender things;
Though stormy winds unharmed their sheen,
Man's slightest touch would surely mean
Those transient works of art were soiled
And Nature's gifts to thee bespoiled.

And if perchance it came to pass
You found a home in case of glass,
The quivering antennae are still,
The pulsing nerves no longer thrill;
Thy lifeless wings have lost the power
That bore you oft from flower to flower:
Since man has stopped the tiny breath
Your wonderous charms are lost in death.

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