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Tae Friendship

Where are the days we used to know

          The memories of what has been

          When you and I were young and keen

And life was just an endless flow 

Of days and nights without a care,

          Slipping onward while we lived

          And loved, ignoring how life sieved

Our thoughts and feelings, unaware

That all the time an end was calling -

          Not that it would be today -

          But what we cherished on the way

Would all too soon be past recalling

Unless we hold to what is here,

          The friends who share our daily round

          Our moods, flippant or profound,

Our celebrations, times of care.

So on this night when we again

          Share haggis and a glass or two

          Let's pray we will continue true

In friendship, as we've always been.

To Friendship

Brian Hick Jan 2011

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 Burns Night in St Leonards - 2010

The twenty sixth of January again

And here we are around the festive board

Convivial and comfortably assured

That we are right, and all the world can wane

While we enjoy the fruits of winter's charm,

Haggis, nips & tatties, salmon and prawn

(Though this year cluttie dumplings we will scorn

For we're aware of bad cholesterol's harm).

Then raise a glass to Rabbie Burns once more - 

Even though we do not understand

A word he wrote or, on the other hand,

Have any special love of grouse or moor -

But happily will celebrate with friends

The simple joy of living - till it ends!

Brian Hick January 2010

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 Burn's Night 09

This is not the first time we have met

To raise a glass in praise of Robert Burns

And yet it surely seems a little odd

That Southerners like us find that we yearn

At this time of the year to turn our backs

On Yorkshire pud, roast beef and apple crumble

In search of boiled Haggis, onion sauce

Nips, tatties, everything that's humble

From north of the border, and which we

At other times of the year would quite ignore.

Yet here we are, all with glass in hand

Ready to raise a Burns Night toast once more.

             If stomach linings do not make you frisky

            Let's raise a glass in grateful thanks for whiskey.

Brian Hick 25.1.09

©copyright Sally Hick January 2022

 The Tree is stripped, the decorations gone

Christmas is over for another year

And life can settle down without the fear

Of heartburn or hangover.  Now upon

The mantlepiece the bills replace the cards

And overdraughts are balanced as the weeks

Of winter drizzle trickle on in aches

More psychological than real. Towards

The end of January Burn's night holds

A glimpse of hope in the surrounding gloom

And plans for Valentine's, which all too soon

Will fill our shops, help to offset our colds.

            How strange that after all the preparation

            Christmas warrants such scant observation.

Brian Hick 8.1.09

©copyright Sally Hick Jan 2022