Up the Cawther


8300046863_876f5a9d22_bA poem by Brian Cummisky.

“Up the Cauther”

Up the Cauther oan a Summer’s day,
Cummiskey’s and Whelan’s came o’or tae play;
Up for a Dook in the manky watter
Then listen tae Tam ‘n’ Morag’s patter.

The whole of Blantir seemed tae be there
Especially during the Glesca Fair.
Aunties, Uncles, Cousins all,
Up the Cauther hivin’ a ball.

Hankies own heids, big red faces,
Troosers rolled up, string vests an’ braces,
Blantir Barneys were evrywhere,
Oot for the day in their underwear.

Tryin’ tae catch baggie’s wae yer wee green net,
Playin’ tig an always being het;
Watching the boys divin’ aff the falls,
Wae their cut up jeans ‘n’ Tarzan calls.

I still recall those golden days,
Up the Cauther in the sunny haze;
I still see the faces, I still hear the patter,
When we went for dooks in the manky watter.

I sit here now by clearer water,
Beside me sits my son’s and daughter;
And I tell them of a summer’s day,
When Cummiskey’s an’ Whelen’s came oot tae play.

By Brian Cummiskey
Photo by Jim Brown

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Betty Brown Great oneπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘
Eleanor Connor Awww…that’s Brilliant! ! ….and exactly how it wiz years ago…. πŸ’š πŸ’›
Tam McLean Tom Hughes how us oldies used to have fun
Tom Hughes Absolutely Tam McLean πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»
James Stirling brilliant
Gord Fotheringham It wiz definately a summers day……I love it
Geordie Melrose Brilliant
Jim Copland Remember Jimmy Stirling we used to go to the Calder a couple of times a week in the summer holidays heating up beans an tea

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