Yer windae attempted tae smile
Hame tae blossom
season aifter season,
wunnerfu’ blossom
that ripened.
Aye, the jam wis braw!
Yer loon sailed the seas –
Jam needs sugar!
Ther’s a sad story in that.
Auchenglen, yer roofless noo
braw hame tae a pair o’ Barn owls
They greeted me through yer glassless windae,
an made me smile.