Poetry: Sprinklers - by yerton

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by yerton

Created on: April 20, 2008

Here in the old country, Scotland,
The clouds are our sprinklers.
The water washes the glens,
Cleans the forests,
Makes our whisky,
Softens our cashmere,
And powers our homes.
And, once a year,
On the Bonnie Princes birthday,
(we call it Hogmanay),
We use it to toast the King
"across the water".
One day we will be free.

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