Helen Cruickshank Quotes

“Under an arch o’ bramble
Saftly she goes,
Dark broon een like velvet,
Cheeks like the rose.”

Helen Cruickshank

In Glenskenno Woods

“The man that mates wi’ Poverty
An’ clasps her tae his banes,
Will faither lean an’ lively thochts,
A host o’ eident weans.”

Helen Cruickshank

Comfort in Puirtith

“Bide the storm ye canna hinder,
Mindin’ through the strife,
Hoo the luntin’ lowe o’ beauty
Lichts the grey o’ life.”

Helen Cruickshank

Sea Buckthorn

“I mind o' the Ponnage Pool,
The reid brae risin',
Morphie Lade,
An' the saumon that louped the dam,
A tree i' Martin's Den
Wi' names carved on it;
But I ken na wha I am.”

Helen Cruickshank

The Ponnage Pool