Creative Writing
The River Ness
by Liz Crichton
Yer straddled many times my girl by bridges slim and wide.
The water lappin 'long yer banks oft changes with the tide
As Moray surges into town a couple o times each day.
And many's a body ye both have drowned, who close to yer edge did stray.
Added 15/09/2010
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Side By Side
by Brian Robertson
A memory from a happy childhood.
Added 18/08/2010
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A Man Called Willi
by Alex MacLeod
A poem about a German PoW who settled in Inverness
Added 03/10/2008
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A Tribute
by Tom Aitchison
A Tribute to Calum Kennedy
Added 16/09/2008
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Ceardainn na h-Alba
by Michelle Iona Melville
Deic mo charaid!
Dheic mi na ceardan a' tighinn suas an eanach.
Added 16/04/2009
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A Star
by Tom Aitchison
There's a star shining bright over Lewis, making way to the Island of Skye
Added 16/09/2008
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Mo Sheanair
by Fiona MacLeod
Mo Sheanair (My Granda)
Added 27/08/2008
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Rosemarkie Beach
by Alex Macleod
Perfection can be found where sin does not abound,
Added 06/06/2008
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Culloden: eye witness to history
by Kimberley Jordan Reeman
Wednesday, April 16, 1746, 11 a.m.: a raw morning, with a bitter north wind scything up from the Moray Firth, bringing heavy showers of rain and sleet.
Added 25/04/2008
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Spring Is In The Air
by Alex Macleod
Spring is in the air And we can shake away each care.
Added 06/06/2008
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U.S. Grant's Living Relatives... Me
by Destin Grant
My name is Destin Grant. My father's name is Kenneth Grant. My father told me many stories when I was younger
Added 11/08/2009
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Bonfire night
by Lisa Frantz
Bonfire night
Only one sparkler
Never light a bonfire by yourself
Added 19/10/2009
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Travellers Poem - Travelling Ways
by Alexander Stewart
The night was dark and slowly creeping.
Inside the tents young men were sleeping all waiting for the bran new morn.
Added 18/10/2005
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Caithness Haiku
by Ann M P McLeod
OULD DONAL MOAD'S PLACE hot flaky flagstones noisy cluckan' hens kittens roaman' in e' byre
Added 10/07/2007
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hard times
by lesley robertson
My grandparents were from Golspie a small village in the highlands and times were hard.
Added 15/05/2010
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Blind Teenie and Jeannie the Dwarf
by Doris McCann
One day Ken's gander attacked Jeannie and it had to be killed and all the children cried. It had been a big gander big enough for Ken to sit on its back.
Added 03/06/2005
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Story
by Doris McCann
As she finished pouring the potatoes, the phone rang. She put the pot back on the stove and went into the hall.
Added 07/06/2005
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Poem
by Doris McCann
Cracked plastic cups
and astonishing stones
massacred shells
and
Added 07/06/2005
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