"O, lanely, lanely lies my luve, / An' cauld's the nicht that brings nae morrow!"

Let's see if I can do this consistently, by way of posting here more often: a post for Monday Poetry:


A Farmer's Boy, Anon.

They strolled down the lane together,
The sky was studded with stars.
They reached the gate in silence,
And he lifted down the bars.
She neither smiled nor thanked him
Because she knew not how;
For he was just a farmer's boy
And she a Jersey cow …

---L.

Subject quote from "Doun Fair Dalmeny’s Rosy Dells," James Smith.