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Hope
Springs Eternal
He
saw some broken tomb-stones by an auld an’ ruined kirk,
An
a muckle eerie yew tree noddin’ ower them i’ the mirk,
An’
he kent he had a winner frae that first excited look.
Man,
ye should ha’e seen the photo that the wee lad took.
He
had tae catch the ghaistly stanes agin the deein’ light,
He
crawled aboot the heather till he hat the angle richt,
He
bracketed exposures like they tell ye in the book,
An
ye should ha’e seen the photo that the wee lad took.
There
never was a roll o’ film developed wi’ sic care,
Time,
agitation, temperature were checked an’ checked twice mair,
He
never blinked an e’e until ’twas dryin’ on the hook.
Was
it no’ a bonny photo that
the wee lad took
He
had still tae pick the paper, size an' surface, weight an’ grade,
There
were many anxious meenits till the final print was made,
But
no yin trick in printin’ it did Ko-ko overlook,
An
ye should ha’e seen the photo that the wee lad took.
Then
came the International - the print was carried ben,
The
three wise men considered it, an’ glanced
away, an’ then,
It
got C’s frae a’ three o’ them withoot a second look -
Wid
ye like tae buy the photo that the wee lad took?
“Ko-ko”
1986 |