This vivid childhood recollection from an older rural Scotland was penned by Helen B Cruickshank (1886-1975), whose life took her from her Angus roots to a civil service job London, and thence to Edinburgh, where she was prominent in the literary scene.

Her Collected Poems were published by Reprographia in 1971.

BACKGROUND

Frost, I mind, an' snaw,

An' a bairn comin' hame frae the schule

Greetin', nearly, wi' cauld,

But seein', for a' that,

The icicles i' the ditch,

The snaw-ploo's marbled tracks,

An' the print o' the rabbits' feet

At the hole i' the wire.

"Bairn, ye're blue wi' cauld!"

An apron warmed at the fire,

An' frostit fingers rubbed

Till they dirl wi' pain.

Buttered toast an' tea,

The yellow licht o' the lamp,

An' the cat on the clootie rug

Afore the fire.