Scotch’n the Night

Published by Nicholas Sheffield at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 Nicholas Sheffield

Four men were a-stretched

On the crest of a rise

There toastin’ the day, beneath th’ black skies

‘Twas a wondrous night

All star-sprayed and bright

A time for grand notions to come to the light

So o’er their heads

The subject did journ’

An each starts a pitchin’ his point in his turn

“Ach,

ye dinnae ken squat,”

said brow-crunchin’ Jock

who lay there with two eyes transfixed on one spot

“What most blows it all

Is tha’ limitless sprawl.

The Hubble finds sparks tha’r galaxies tall.”

“They say it don’t finish