O ye sma toon sae bricht an brawn <br />awake ye o'er this rising morn <br />fer a ye ken it's nae forlorn <br />tae seek yer ain wee shantie <br /> <br />an aye at nicht cauld Jack does paint <br />sweet silver scratchings awfu' quaint - <br />see faeries slide their gleeful dance <br />as doon the aisles o' frost they prance <br /> <br />while Bamse on his harbour plinth <br />watches o'er the ships' absinthe <br />craturs o' a nether world <br />traders, sails and flags unfurled <br /> <br />Montrose <br />a rose beneath the sun <br />tae us wee Scots <br />tis number one! <br /> <br /> <br />Take a trip down the coast to Montrose and discover the beauty of this North Eastern town: 15 November 2008<br /><br />Penny Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/montrose-in-winter/
