An Cruth The Shape
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An Cruth The Shape

An e mise a thagh a’ ghealach bhuidhe?
A bheil i crom agus ruadh?
A bheil I ùrail no am bu phuinnsean i?
Ach a bheil i sàbhailte ’s earbsach gu dearbh?

An i an tè a tha cur eagal orm?
Ma ‘s i bheir mi sgairt dhi.

`S urrainn dhut a cur ann am bobhla measan.
Agus fàg i sin gus an grod i.
Uaireannan, faodaidh tu a cleachdadh mar fòn,
agus uaireannan chan fhaod.

Am I the one the yellow moon has chosen?
Is he curved and brown?
Is he fresh or is he poison?
But is he really safe and sound?

Is he the one who is freaking me out?
If he is, I’ll give him a shout.

You can put him in a fruit bowl.
And leave him there to rot.
You can sometimes use him as a phone,
And other times you cannot.

 
  Dan le (poem by):

Nicola Wilson

Dealbh le (drawn by):
School:
Date:		 Nicola Wilson
St. John Ogilvie Primary
Ayrshire
2008

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