A Poem from my Grandfather

My Grandfather, W.H. Fleming, was a ploughman his whole life. He wrote poetry from time to time years ago, I'm sure there must have been pages and pages of it at one time but sadly much of it has been lost now. I remember hearing one he wrote to his sister-in-law but I don't remember how it went.



He wrote one for me a long while ago, it reads:
"I have a grandson Sandy lad
A quiet young een just like his dad
He sings auld songs and plays guitar
Where he gets them is from afar
He sings from where he's never been
And brings tears of joy to my auld een"



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