From Lallans online, December 2013:


Readers o Lallans will ken the verse o Hamish Scott, an it's guid tae see it ingaithert. He's a fine graisp o the leid, a fine turn o phrase, an a fine lyric gift:


While late at een an past the licht;
while maist the tounsfowk maks for nicht;
while day is duin an sun is doun
an airie toves atour the toun


His meditations on the flour, seiven poems in aa, gar the hairt growe lichtsome:


Aa kin-kynd o flour growes,
ilk bonnie as the tither;
ilk ane perfit in itsel:
whit needs tae be anither?


(‘Flour III’).


Simple, but nane the waur o that, an brawlie skrievit, as are aa the poems. A fine collection.

Raymond Vettese