Tuesday, 27 December 2011


Anither yin fae tha poet fairrmer - Brian Rankin

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This poem (Bob) appears in Brian's first book, 'Walking Through The Heather'. 
Brian has since published two other volumes of poetry - 'Big Mary' and 'Waiting for a Miracle'. 
The proceeds from these books go to help orphans in Uganda.
If you'd like to buy Brian's books you can contact him at the numbers below.

Tel; 02877763082
Mob; 07961486401
or email him at

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Waiting for a Miracle

If you want to put a smile on someone's face this christmas. I suggest giving them a copy of Brian Rankin's latest volume of verse: 'Waiting for a Miracle'. Like Brian's previous books 'Walking through the Heather' and 'Big Mary, this book is full of good rural humour and clever twists. From the complexities of love and marriage to the innocence of our childhood Brian's latest offering, complete with complimentary whimsical illustrations, will keep you entertained from cover to cover.
Here is a offering to wet your appetite.

Building Bales

A Clergyman was out for a walk one day
Down a quiet country lane
He went round a corner - what did he see
A young farmer who was going insane!

For his load of hay had fallen off the cart
The chap's patience was all but gone
He was huffing' and puffin' his face bright red
As he tried to build them back on.

The clergyman said "You look hot my son.....
Why don't you take a wee rest
Calm yourself and we'll have a chat
It really would be for the best"

" Oh no thanks!" said the young farmer-
" My father wudnae like that
I have to get these bales lifted
I hannae any time to chat."

"Don't be silly" said the clergy
Everyone needs a break
Don't you know all work no play
A dull boy doth make"

But the young man never slackened
He kept up a furious pace
Finally the man of the cloth got angry
Said "Look life is not a race"

Your father must be a real slave driver
And son - those days are no more
Look at you all drenched in sweat
Your hands all red and sore!"

"Young man tell me where I can find him
I could talk to him - I could pray"
"Well prayer might be needed your reverence
For he's under this load of hay!!!"

As with his previous books all the proceeds from 'Waiting for a Miracle' go to the Africare Charity.
Books can be ordered from Brian at the following numbers.
Tel; 02877763082
Mob; 07961486401
or email him at

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

If ye raired him

Simtimes ye cum across a craiter ye jist cannae thole. Aye...

'Ye cudnae like him if ye raired him.'

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Tha mair ye dae

The mair ye dae the less ye’r thocht o.

A common complaint of women down through the ages, who feel that their efforts are not appreciated.  

This saying has affinities with, ‘The willing horse gets the heavy load’ (English), or the Scots version which is, The wullin naig is aye wrocht ti daith.

A brave or foolish man could respone with the oul truism
'Aye but thur's nae lack in love' (good luck).