The Two Travellers.


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A poem by Adam Holm Ross from Tain (1916 – 1971)

(‘’As ye sow, so shall ye reap’’)

‘’Hello, old man’’, the young man said,
‘’Why sit ye here alone?
Have you no one to care for you?
Surely you have a home?’’

‘’I have a home,’’ the old man said,
‘’But here I like to be,
On Garrick Bridge where three roads meet,
The passing world I see.

I like to talk to passers-by                                  
And sometimes them advise.
For in the town of Tain,
I am considered wise.’’

‘’Advise me then,’’ the young man said,
‘’I seek a place to live.
A place where I can settle down,
A place with much to give.

‘’So tell me, are the folk of Tain
Gentle, sincere and true?
Will they treat well a stranger there
And give him work to do?

‘’In Dingwall town from hence I came
I hated all I met.
Their lying, cheating, greedy ways
I never shall forget.’’

The old man sadly shook his head.
‘’I hate to tell you, son.
The folk in Tain will do to you
All things that Dingwall’s done.’’

‘’I’ll not go there ,’’ the young man said.
‘’I’ll take this other road.
I might find someone on the way
Who’ll share with me my load.’’

Quite soon another youth came by.
‘’Hello, old man said he.
‘’May I sit by you a while
And share my food with thee?’’ 

‘’You’re welcome, son. Come, sit by me.
But I’ll not share your food,
For I have eaten well today.
‘Twill do you much more good’’.

The young man sat upon the Bridge.
‘’Tell me , old man,’’ said he.
I go to seek for work in Tain,
Will they be kind to me?

I worked a while in Dingwall town
And there the folk were grand;
Honest, sincere and always glad
To lend a helping hand.’’


The old man smiled,’’ I’m glad,’’ said he
‘’You’ll find the same again.
Those worthy folk in Dingwall town
You’ll find the same in Tain.’’

 

Adam Holm