Onwards and upwards....

By Yana1

845. 85/100 days of portraits nae dae say dark...

Nae Day Sae Dark


Nae day sae dark; nae wd sae bare;
Nae grund sae stour wi' stane;
But licht comes through; a sang is there;
A glint o' grass is green. Wha hasna thol'd his thorter'd hours
And kent, whan they were by,
The tenderness o' life that fleurs
Rock-fast in misery?


William Soutar




David Annand's sculpture, High Street, Perth.



Soutar's poem is engraved inside the ring of the sculpture.

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