I think this poem may please our members:

The Gift

The good Lord looked down
on bonnie Carman
with its heathered hills,
and Renton's dam.
And from there took
the colours yellow and green,
two bonnie colours
so rich and serene

He then glanced across
at the river o' Clyde
with its waters sae blue
fae side to side
and on Ardmore Point
He dipped in his brush
and borrowed the colours
O' orange and rust

Fae the heights o' Ben Lomond
wi' its mantle o' white
that shines like a beacon,
in the darkness o' night
fae there came the colours,
the pink and the grey.
the colours that start
and finish oor day

On the braes o' Bonhill
where the clear water flows
He picked purple heather,
and a bonnie wee rose
fae the Mull o' Kintyre
whose waters are black,
He dipped in his pail
and took some o' that.

Fae the Vale of Glencoe,
That's aye filled wi' tears,
where the ghost o' MacDonald,
runs wi' the deer,
He lifted the red,
fae the blood on the snow,
the blood that was shed
that night long ago

At the hame o' MacGregor
Mac Lean and Munro,
where the brown bulls gather,
and gold eagles soar,
He heard a grand tune,
filling the glen,
by the light of the moon
marched his braw heilan men

Fae the castle that sits
high on the rocks,
that holds Scotland's treasures,
that can ne'er be bought
fae them came the colours
diamonds, rubies and pearls,
tae honour oor sons
The Ladies fae Hell

Then he sat doon
wi' a needle and thread,
and made a grand garment
wi' the colours I've said
and as I stand here today,
I'm proud tae the hilt,
and thank the good Lord
for makin' my kilt.