Sticky Wullie

Gold cherry

By Ewan

Fri, 29 Apr 2022
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14 comments
 

an’ see sticky wullie followed ye hame

    efter walkin’ in they fields

      wi’the coos

an’ aw the moos

    jist like the soun’ o’ little brothers bein’ born

 

                                         an’ the coos were big, maun

                         looked awfy small in thon

leddybird book o’ the countryside

- ye ken fer why it’s callit that, aye -

                  a whole week’s campin’, no’ wan day dry

 

an’ the trip hame stunk

                   o’ jackie feenan’s sick

                                an his mam had tae clean him up

                                         an’ offered tae dae the bus

                                                  the driver laughed an’ ah dinnae ken why

 

                                                     wee ‘eck picked a flooh-wer

                                              tae gie tae his maw

                                 and tho’ it hadnae a petal left

                    when we got hame

she was still greetin’ jist the same

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Gathered Flowers
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

aye, sticky wullies. I threw one on my niece aged three. She thought it was magic. So diid I. 

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

I loved this read and the name for the plant too. I imagine it was the inspiration for velcro-which make me suppose there is nothing man can know, that nature hasn't shown us.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by Kris on

;-).....yes !...yo! tat's sum kul writ'n homy*

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Love this. :)

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Memories and mementos of a childhood trip - this wonderful poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too. 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Yes :0) My son thought it was magic, too! I remember we were walking along and he was bored and I showed him. Then we'd throw it at each other on the way to and from school. But it didn't stick to my coat, thank goodness! And I 'd have to make sure none was stuck to him before he went in, but luckily was too quick for me to stick much on :0)

I loved your description of the cows and the rain and the whole story inside, though not sure I understood the last bit properly

 

Submitted by Ewan on

Wee 'Eck is a nickname: it means Little Hector, (a common name in the Highlands, but most of my aunts and uncles had moved to the big city and its environs by the time I visited), often used when there are two (or more) Hectors in company, to differentiate between them.

"flooh-wer" is a rendition of how some say flower up there in the land of my father and "greetin'" is Scots for crying.

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I'm so pleased this got a golden cherry - very well deserved!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Ewan, in my email it said you had commented 3 times but when I clicked on them, each one  was Page Unfound?

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I think Ewan was testing if he could post from his phone (you know, the posting glitch). I expect he's deleted them now which is why you can't access them anymore Di

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Phew, I thought now Ewan was being eaten up by the mysterious monster. It is like a detective story in its own right. Write

 

Submitted by Ewan on

Claudine has it right that's what I was trying to do.
The monster may well be a better scenario for many others though.

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Submitted by marandina on

Would love to listen to an audio version of this, Ewan. You are the man of a thousand voices! Congrats on the well deserved POTD Paul :)

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

IIt's amazing how you have written this in the very shape of the plant. Really enjoyed this tribute to a sticky, funny little plant.