Poetic Writing of ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk Born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage. He grew up on the Rough Hills Estate area of the town and his Scottish ancestral roots are in the Kingdom of Fife and Dundee. The author is now residing in Codsall, Staffordshire. Drawings, pictures and writing are copyright of the author Robbie Kennedy Bennett.
THE OLD SCOTTISH STONE.
This poem was written after a work related visit to St Andrews. At anytime of day or night I would stroll past the famous Old Coarse to be by the coast. The Auld Scottish Staine, as said in Scotch dialect was very easy to write. It was feelings coming from within, and should be read as if the sea and land are in conversation with me.
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TH AULD SCOTTISH STAINE © (part extract)
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Whit shoods Ah be thinkin
Ur shoods Ah say,
As Ah stain oan th coest
At St Andrews bay.
Th homelain ay golf
Th American voice,
They cam tae th kingdom
They cam ay their choice.
As th waves cowre ower
Th auld Scottish staine,
A thooghts in mah min
A feelin ay haem.
Fur fife a flam will burn
As lang as Ah bide Ah will learn,
Whaur Ah was frae an fa Ah am
Whit is th bluid at runs ben thes cheil.
Loch th flags Ah am flyin
Loch th staine Ah am grey,
Ive a bauld Scottish passion
at willnae wash awa.
Th Auld Scottish Staine, ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT ©
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This poem was written after a work related visit to St Andrews. At anytime of day or night I would stroll past the famous Old Coarse to be by the coast. The Auld Scottish Staine, as said in Scotch dialect was very easy to write. It was feelings coming from within, and should be read as if the sea and land are in conversation with me.
Property of RKB
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The Old Scottish Stone © Robbie Kennedy Bennett
www.rkbpoetry.co.uk
Property of RKB
TH AULD SCOTTISH STAINE © (part extract)
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Whit shoods Ah be thinkin
Ur shoods Ah say,
As Ah stain oan th coest
At St Andrews bay.
Th homelain ay golf
Th American voice,
They cam tae th kingdom
They cam ay their choice.
As th waves cowre ower
Th auld Scottish staine,
A thooghts in mah min
A feelin ay haem.
Fur fife a flam will burn
As lang as Ah bide Ah will learn,
Whaur Ah was frae an fa Ah am
Whit is th bluid at runs ben thes cheil.
Loch th flags Ah am flyin
Loch th staine Ah am grey,
Ive a bauld Scottish passion
at willnae wash awa.
Th Auld Scottish Staine, ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT ©
www.rkbpoetry.co.uk