... hillsides ever blushing cheeks As years of youth go passing by About Bob Auld

... the names mentioned. See this topic for a bit of background on Bob Auld and his poems. Hughie When the pace begins tae quicken And the hert begins tae thump When ...

Bob Scott's daughter Helen Smith was kind enough to present me with a copy of her father's ... on threetowners can be found through our search page - search using the key words Bob Auld - search within topic titles only. Bob Auld's real name was Bob Scott, he died at the ...

... found a suitable poem named "The Cosy Cluster", written by Bob Auld - a Stevenston poet, as stated. My question is whether this poem has ever been published ...

... and Jennie Yet time brought days o'ercast with fear With just a sprinkling of· good cheer But thro it all he was to endear Himself in our eyes. To auld Stinston Folk he had no peer And that's no surprise Happily for years he plodded along With a step so light a heart so strong Until war with its ...

... really Sam ye should be proud And if every man jist got his due You, auld frien are of the chosen few Ye never was wan for fancy frills Ye're ... dear God, spread oot a wing And shelter Sam as ye wid a king About Bob Auld

Bob Auld is the pen name of local poet Bob Scott who died in 2005 at the age of 96. My brother-in-law was telling Bob's ...

... clean, knees, Such grace when he jumps over puddle You strangely want to give him a cuddle But as a star is born, another has fallen Just you ask auld Hughoc Allen. Here you have one of the best, One of the few that's stood the test To age so gently must be an art. His canty auld heart plays its ...

The Kerlaw Burn ~ By Bob Auld Wandering o'er Knockrivock mounds With rustling leaves the only sound There in a field of new turned stibble ...

... hoping she's back with us soon. I don't know who Nellie was but Bob's published a couple of poems by her in his wee book. Nellie Shaw ~ By Bob Auld As green the grasses sweetly grow So memories breezes gently blow And once again alas ...

Greenhead ~ By Bob Auld The August moon had left a chill An early mist lay thick on the hill We Scots they say are a canny breed ...

Hope you enjoy this wee story by Bob - it happened in Stinston some years ago. Someone told me they remember the dog ... on it's own And as it went it's wobbly way Jimmys' few hairs turned to grey. Auld Wullie Connelly's wee bit pavement Was there to stop its reckless descent But ...