The Scots
I noticed they don’t say too much, these Scotsmen in our midst,
But do the truth with fortitude as in their land of mist;
The dour way they go about their daily life each day,
Is lightened now and then with mirth – eyes twinkling which can say –As much as ruckus German songs, or Irish harmonies;
As much as Welsh coal-mining types in the valleys by the sea;
As much as French who rarely smile without some reason bold;
As much as Spanish with their flair for love and dances old.There is a winsomeness in Scottish way of doing life –
Their resoluteness, quietness, and pushing through the strife;
Their deep respect for higher thought, for strength within, without;
Their steadfast fight against a foe who dares to come about.Their self-effacing view of life, based on their self respect;
The way they take all others in, yet from each one expect –
They’ll serve themselves, their kith and kin, yet when the time arrives
To serve community they will – and thus their nation thrives.They have their problems, all folks do, but what I write today,
Is just about the positives in how they work and play;
They’ve so enriched our Canada, when driven from their lands,
It’s like from those sad clearance days they came to understand –That how we each respond to pain can deepen us in fact,
Bring us much closer to our God, which flavors how we act
Toward the others we draw near as we move on in life,
And overcome the past that’s ours, and greet our dawning light.So thank you Scottish immigrants who came to this fair land,
For bringing all these precious parts as treasures in your hands,
And sharing them with us today as you join in the mix
Of cultures here in Canada – a twinkle in our pix.navigation