JOHN NICOLSON M.P. @MrJohnNicolson
From our Scots Makar, @KathleenJamie: Here lies our land: every airt Beneath swift clouds, glad glints of sun, Belonging to none but itself. We are mere transients, who sing Its westlin’ winds and fernie braes, Northern lights and siller tides, Small folk playing our part. — PolitiTweet.org
Scottish Poetry Library @ByLeavesWeLive
Come all ye’, the country says, You win me, who take me most to heart. Our St Andrew’s Day poem is “Here lies our… https://t.co/oOVahFI9Wu
