A Tent of Birds<\/p>\n
As ma thoughts scowpall ben ma brain
\nah sit in silence an wunner
\no fit have faad inta this blunder
\no fit it aa gid wrang<\/p>\n
Sat in a tent
\nnae a soond tae be heard
\nUntil the rustling yokit
\nThe words ach nae ran aa ben ma heid<\/p>\n
Squawking and squeaking,
\nan jumping an skirling jis like little birds
\nah tried tae droon tham oot
\nYet they were aa ah cwid hear<\/p>\n
In the morn ah wis telt
\nThe stories o the nicht
\nThe story o a tent
\nMa tent<\/p>\n
A Tent fu o Birds
\n\u2003
\nMy Ballad
\nI toasted ma bread and then I turned red as I burnt it.
\nSae, I Haen a bourie bar and then I went in the caur towards rugby in inverness.
\nI’m feeling yaldi I got to the pitch I warmed up and trained
\nThe game ended 14-39. I was braw then we got back in the changing rooms and the coach announced MOTM for the game and I was runner up for it.
\nI got back hame and played with my kittlen
\nAnd then I went in the Shour.
\nFor bealin I had spag bol.
\nI then went to wabbit after watching a movie.
\n\u2003
\nBallad<\/p>\n
I dae a sport,
\nIt’s caad judo,
\nI go every Freyday night,
\nAt quarter past eight,
\nTill 10 O\u2019clock.
\nWe start wi a warmup,
\nThen we stretch,
\nAfter that we split into oor groups,
\nWe practice for gradings.
\nOnce we\u2019re dane practicing,
\nWe start doing randori,
\nRandori is friendly fighting.<\/p>\n
At the end we putten the mats away,
\nMax and I get picked up,
\nI then get dropped aff,
\nMy dad waits up to let me in,
\nI go to my room and wait till noon.
\n\u2003
\nSchool \u2013 Ballad<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know whether I hate school or not,
\nI sit in the classroom without a thought.<\/p>\n
As the teacher rambles on,
\nI just wish the day had gone.<\/p>\n
School is what I imagine prison is like,
\nLong hours and big fights.<\/p>\n
Getting up at 7 in the morning,
\nJust to sit there and do work.<\/p>\n
I hate school!<\/p>\n
I enjoy seeing my friends,
\n Laughing until break ends.<\/p>\n
Maybe schoolisn’t that bad after all.<\/p>\n
I still don\u2019t know whether I hate school or not,
\nI just wish the day would bef over a lot.<\/p>\n
\u2003
\nNarrative Ballad
\nA mber is my name
\nM y dog is called dexter
\nBananas are minging
\nExcellent at everything
\nR osie is my pet coo
\n\u2003
\nMy name is Angel McIntosh
\nI am thirteen years ald
\nI have green een and broone hair
\nI play fitba on left wing or striker but I dinna mind playing right back
\nI have 2 moggys and 1 dug
\nI like te dee pe and French
\nI dee a paper roond every mornin
\nMy favourite food is gelato
\nI have named one of my moggys Edwards and the other MJ
\n\u2003
\nBothie ballad
\nIsla is ma first name.
\nShort is ma height.
\nLang blonde hair.
\nAberdeenshire is far I bide. <\/p>\n
McRae is ma last name.
\nCooper is ma dug’s name
\nRevolution is een o ma favorite makeup brands.
\nAmber is een o ma pals.
\nEveryone has a problem wi me
\n\u2003
\nBallad<\/p>\n
Scottish
\nMa name is Cairinaan ma favourite colour is pink.
\nMa air an ma reem is pink an mast o ma clothes are pink
\nMa phone is another thing that I like. I spend nearly twa hoors on it.
\nEen last thing that I like is hill walking I climb hills a lot with ma family an we do een every new year an at diffrent times o the year.
\n\u2003
\nBallad
\nStrumming as she sings
\nFeeling alane
\nGuitar strings moving
\nDae asthey\u2019retelt<\/p>\n
Feeling alone,
\nThe air feels oorlich
\nYet my heart still bides dry<\/p>\n
So, I sit at hame
\nFeeling Alane
\nWishing for someone in my life
\nWishing to feel whole
\nNae all alone
\nSometimes I Cannae cry.
\n\u2003
\nBallad
\nThe things that bring me joy is meeting with my pals. When ur inside everything’s dull and boring. Since you dinna ken fit ti do.
\nBut as soon as you step foot outside you get a feel of joy as you start heading to your pals.
\nOnce your with them you can hae fun and make memories. But whilst your indoor you ken that you winna do anything big that You’ll remember
\n\u2003
\nBallad- my phone
\nMy phone is very dear to me
\nAnd is a bonnie artifact
\nbecause it holds lots of stuff
\nthat I have done.
\nThe photos that I have taken
\nhold so mony memories from being out with
\n friends and doing fun things.
\nI can keep them until they
\n are worth nothing to me.
\nMy phone brings me joy when
\nI am feeling down,
\n my phone gives me something to do
\nwhen I have hee haw to do.
\n\u2003
\nBallad
\nfan I wis on holiday in a caravan I went timak my breakfast I wis gan ti hae Nutella on toast but the Nutella wis hard because it wis a new tub so I took aff the foil on the top then put it in the microwave and I did nae see that alang the top o it there wis still some foil that I did nae see so I pit it In the oven and for the first 2-3 seconds it wis fine then it started ti spark and mak a weird noise fan the foil and Nutella caught on fire and I jumped back because I got a fleg then I hid ti open the microwave and wait like 10 mins till the Nutella cooled doon but fan when it cooled down it turned oot that it wis burned so in the end I never got Nutella on toast for my breakfast.
\n\u2003
\nUpon entering the kitchie ah opent the fridge tae an noticed we had barely ony aipple juice eneuch fur een gless an nae mair nor een gless worth bit kent naebody else fair go hiv ony an jis wintittae shower sae gid tae take a shower an get properly toggit ah had picked oot ma spleet new Nike tracksuit an gid tae the kitchie tae get ma aipple juice an then aire wis still a nearly toom bottle in the fridge sae ah picked oot a sma gless an fult it richt up as muckle as ah cwid an it wis basically a fu gless bit ah had corriefister ma phone in ma room sae ah gotten up tae get it fin ah heard gless shatter an ma dug wis running awa faet aa an ma aipple juice wis aa ower the fleer an ma dug wis licking her mim mood an ah realised she had attempted tae dram some an knocked it on the fleer an ah had nae aipple juice.
\n\u2003
\nMy name is Aimee
\nI am fourteenyears ald
\nI have curly broone hair
\nI have blue eine
\nI play the pipes
\nI like de highland dancing
\nI have one dog
\nI have 2 rabbits
\nI dinne like to go ta school
\nMy birthday is the 4th o January
\n\u2003
\nCamping in winter <\/p>\n
Fireplace crackling, kettle brewing, these are the things I call soothing
\nDew glazed across the grass ready to creep up the glass
\nBirds chirping in the winter sna, singing gracefully whilst daffodils dance in the meadow<\/p>\n
A cosy little hoose upon a hill, fit reminds of the one in Jack and Jill.
\nA small well covered in leaves, climbing trees filled with children, with muddy knees<\/p>\n
When the sun goes doon, the moon appears with subtle tar thon shed some tears
\nOwls glide across the sky, with delicate glimpses inside their eyes<\/p>\n
They has now come to an end
\nNo more fires and bug bites
\nOh I miss the bonnie campsite
\n\u2003
\nMy name is Mirren
\nI am thirteen years Auld
\nI have long hair
\nI have broon had green eyes
\nI like highland dancing
\nI have one dug
\nI have 3 cats
\nI have eight rabbits
\nI bide inturriff
\nI love ice hockey
\nMy bast pal is Aimee
\n\u2003
\nBallad<\/p>\n
Libby is my name
\nI have blond hair
\nBlue Is the colour of my eein
\nBrora is where I used ta bide
\nY is the letter at the end of my first name<\/p>\n
Roseveare is my second name
\nOdi is the name of one of my horses
\nSaturday is my favorite day
\nEvery day I try to ride my horse
\nVery happy lambs
\nEvery dayI help with the yowes and lambs
\nAberdeenshire is where I bide
\nRosie is the name of my sister’s horse
\nEvery day I feed my horses
\n\u2003
\nMY BALLAD<\/p>\n
Once when I made me porridge in ma kitchen I left the pan handle over the counter \u201cby accident\u201d and me dug jumped up on the counter and hit the handle causing it to fall to the floor and spill everywhere which sucks because me porridge was almost done but what sucks more is that I had to clean it up and make it again.<\/p>\n
The day I got sand in me eye and I had to go to haspital and get me eye rinsed oot with water and then they put blue and yellow dye aroond me eye and then they said I was good to ga and I got a certificate for being good because I was only a sma loon at the time at happened<\/p>\n
One time I woke up randomly in the middle of the night and I was really scared because there was a sma creaking noise that soonded far awa but close enough for me to hear and then there was a weird clapping soond ootside which really creeped me oot and I couldn\u2019t go back to sleep even after the noises stopped.<\/p>\n
\u2003
\n\u2018I hate school,\u2019 I say it without a second thought. Every time I arrive it just makes me want to go back home.
\n\u2018I love being home though,\u2019 I can say it with a smile on my face. Every time I stay home, I feel relaxed.
\nSchool fills me with worries and stress while being at home lets me feel warm and happy.
\nBeing at home gives me endless entertainment while school gets me bored and tired.
\nI see my friends at school and get to talk with them, but I much rather talk to them through the phone.
\n Don\u2019t get me wrong, I know I need my education. But I can’t help to hate learning.<\/p>\n
\u2003
\nI am a musician
\nI saoil what its like to be famous sometimes
\nI hear the sound of rock n roll ceol<\/p>\n
I see hundreds of guitars
\nI want to spel guitar all day
\nI am a musician<\/p>\n
I pretend to spelif front of people some day
\nI feel yaldi
\nI touch my guitar and all my feelings and wores go away
\nI worry iwont be able to spel
\nI cry when im away from my guitar
\nI am a musician<\/p>\n
I understand the musical ways
\nI say iwont stop playing
\ni dream about playing
\nI try to spel drums but its not as fun
\nI hope it never breaks
\nI am a musician<\/p>\n
\u2003
\nBallad in scottish
\nIn the past twa months ah hae made mair memories than ah hae in twa years
\nah hae met mair fowk in twa months than ah hae in twa years
\ntwa years ago wis the maist boring time of mah life
\n if ah huddane anything a wee bit differently twa months ago they twa months wid never happened
\n ah look at a lot of places differently compared tae twa years ago
\n ah ken thae places better than ah did twa years ago
\n if ah hud seen four swings twa years ago ah wid nae think anythin’ o’ it noo whin ah keek at four swings it reminds me o the past twa months
\nturriff is very different than twas twa years ago
\ni\u2019m very different than ah wis twa years ago <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A Tent of Birds As ma thoughts scowpall ben ma brain ah sit in silence an wunner o fit have faad inta this blunder o fit it aa gid wrang Sat in a tent nae a soond tae be heard Until the rustling yokit The words ach nae ran aa ben ma heid Squawking and … Continue reading More Lovely Ballads!<\/span>