trinkie
12-Jan-08, 09:49
by Kenneth MacLeod c. 1950
There was once a Harper who, now and again, put into the various creeks of the Isles, and always in the dusk.
He would spend the evening in the Headland House where the makers and hearers of music were wont to meet, and at midnight he would pass the blessing round and put out to sea again, tune-seeking and tune-making. And the township children would ask their mothers 'When is the Harper coming back?'
Happy children of today! Their mothers can now say to them 'The Harper is coming to stay with you.'
There was once a Harper who, now and again, put into the various creeks of the Isles, and always in the dusk.
He would spend the evening in the Headland House where the makers and hearers of music were wont to meet, and at midnight he would pass the blessing round and put out to sea again, tune-seeking and tune-making. And the township children would ask their mothers 'When is the Harper coming back?'
Happy children of today! Their mothers can now say to them 'The Harper is coming to stay with you.'