Aye, Here’s to You
Fraser Wilson
Tha gaol agam ort.
A thistle can draw blood,
so can a rose,
growing together
where the river flows, shared currency,
across a border it can never know
where, somewhen, Rabbie Burns might swim,
or pilgrim Keats come walking
out of love for him.
Aye, here's to you,
cousins, sisters, brothers,
in your brave, bold, brilliant land:
the thistle jags our hearts,
take these roses
from our bloodied hands.