He’s droll this Scottish man, he reads
and lets imagination feed his pen,
and if I had the same ability we’d
fight, no doubt, to out the dandy
weeds we both abjure – but Jim (so
far) is happy to agree with me.
He writes with easy antique breadth
of word and phrase – rolling names
and places off his tongue with
Gaelic grace, glimpsing vistas
great of realms he’s seen, dresses
each with reverence and clarity.
And when the humour is in him like
the drink he goes the whole 'Hogg',
lets th' scurrilous urchin in him dog
plastic Lords, run free and poke the
snoot, tying victims with dextrous
ease, dour Laity with erudite praise.
Thank 'e Jim, you’ve made my day!
© I.D. Carswell 2007-02-10
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