Ode to Charles and Others

Linda V. H. Gordon

2000

I min' o' a lad--a school freen o' mine

I kent him quite weel in days lang syne.

His locks they were black

His face it was handsome.

The quines thocht him worth `The Auld King's ransom'

He liked the quines, they liked him tae.

I dinna think he ever fancied me!

Oor days were guid & aften sunny

Helen & I found maist things funny.

We laughed at life & as a rule

Didna baither much wi work & school.

We left oor pals tae continue their studies

We got jobs & were guid dancin' buddies.

Time went by we kinna lost touch

But heard noo & then fa's wi' such & such.

Charles mairrit Sheena & settled doon

She travelled tae the East wi that Slochie loon.

The years rolled on till 98

Fan `Glory be' we hid a date

Tae the Marine we a' went for a gran' get the gither,

Oor evenin' was great apart from the wither.

They cam frae the North & they came frae the Sooth

One even came on crutches & that's the God's truth.

Frae the States they flew in, leavin' sunny CA

An frae far flung Alaska they made their way

I think of our school freens nae longer here,

Count blessings a plenty & folks who are dear.

The Re-union has prospered, I'm happy to say,

Freenship as aye...has again won the day.

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