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