I wish you could have seen it Joe
The Kipperoch in the Spring
Blackthorn wae its snow white bloom
Grey geese upon the wing
Peewits wae their dancin flight
In the sky above Dick’s Pond
The croakin o the mating frogs
Before they shed their spawn
Wullie Turners plooin parks
Spring barley fur tae sow
Feels grand tae be aboot the noo
Like a “Let Oot” Dalmoak coo
Bluebells they carpet Pirrys wood
Wild garlic cloaks the burn
Dalmoak Castle daffodils
Wind blown toss and turn
Clabby tides are zeros awe
Spring salmon in the Clyde
Grey seals baskin at Ardmore
Raked cockles at low tide
Weans are settin grass on fire
The smell wid make ye greet
It tells ye Winters days are done
Pits a spring intae yer feet
Fur you a hope the Spring up there
Will last the whole year long
March winds tae keep ye fine and cool
Forever birds in song
Autumn winds will never blaw
Nor leaves will turn frae green
The primrose and the daffodil
All through the year be seen
By John Coleman