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Scottish Tea-Time...When I Was a Li
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By Gary James Smith
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SCOTTISH TEA-TIME...WHEN I WAS A LITTLE LAD

 

When I was a little lad

Many moons ago

Mother used to make us tea

How we loved it so

 

There we learned that little trick

To make our tea brew stretch

Leave the old bag in the pot

As you a new one fetch

 

The trouble as the day progressed

Was the pot was getting heavy

Tea bags would break and end up in

Our cups which were stir ready

 

So floating to the top at times

Small pieces of the leaves

Would often bring a distaste to

The liquid of our dreams

 

A wee small bit of carnation milk

Giving it some colour

Then to one's lips to revel in

The taste that was like none other

 

Scottish tea we used to say

Part of our heritage the same

I guess we just kept adding bags

To live up to our name! 

 

Copyright Gary James Smith

May 1st 2008


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Submitted: Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Last Updated: Thursday, February 24, 2011

About the Poet
I came to know the Lord as my personal Saviour in January of 1972. I was married on Oct 21,1966 to my wife Linda who also loves the Lord. We have ten children and now twenty-four grand children. In Aug 2012 we got the announcement of the birth of our first GREAT grand child (a baby girl). I was thrilled to find others of like precious faith and belief in Jesus Christ. Hallelujah! What a Savior! I am presently living in Champion, Alberta, Canada but we are originally from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. That is where the poem Canadian Tribute to America was birthed. One Sunday as I walked across the city on my way to church I came to the top of a hill and looked across at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. After watching the events of the Sept 11 tragedy it was weighing on my heart and mind and the Lord gave me these words. We came to Calgary and when my oldest daughter saw this poem she said, �Dad, what�s this?� and I said a poem and she replied �Dad, that�s not a poem , that�s a song� and she then went to the piano and began to sing and play it. The result of which turned into a song entitled, A Canadian Tribute to America which she recorded on CD. garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca


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