Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #158
In Inverness
by Belinda Roddie
In Inverness, I drank beside a Scot
who voted for his land's independence.
It all seemed grim, as we watched each ballot
counted. Being foreign, I rode the fence
about the issue, admitting the fact
that I had too little knowledge to weigh
in. I told the man this, attempting tact,
and he just sighed and hummed, scratching the gray
parts of his beard. "You know, lass," he then said,
"I've dreamed for years of Scotland being freed
from Britain's brazen chokehold. I have read
the writing on the wall - change is our creed."
He drank his pint, adding, "If all the 'ayes'
aren't worth the 'nays,' at least an old Scot tries."
by Belinda Roddie
In Inverness, I drank beside a Scot
who voted for his land's independence.
It all seemed grim, as we watched each ballot
counted. Being foreign, I rode the fence
about the issue, admitting the fact
that I had too little knowledge to weigh
in. I told the man this, attempting tact,
and he just sighed and hummed, scratching the gray
parts of his beard. "You know, lass," he then said,
"I've dreamed for years of Scotland being freed
from Britain's brazen chokehold. I have read
the writing on the wall - change is our creed."
He drank his pint, adding, "If all the 'ayes'
aren't worth the 'nays,' at least an old Scot tries."
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