Douglas J Fraser

The Drumley Burn

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Rain on the roof's
like drumming hoofs---
hiss of drops in the chimney--
down from the hills
the deluge spills
and oh the burn is drumly!*

Up from my book
each time I look
I see the glen but dimly,
so fast the rain
streams down the pane
and oh the burn is drumly!

The wind drives past
in furious blast;
the trees resist it grimly;
but bow they must
before each gust
and oh the burn is drumly!

By tomorrow's dawn
the storm is gone,
the glen is fresh and comely.
Bright sunlight gleams
on hillside streams
but still the burn is drumly!

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