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The First Hoolit's Prayer by Ian McFadgen

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Learning resource

'The First Hoolit's Prayer' started one autumn night with the arrival of some tawny owls in a sycamore tree near the author's home. They were noisy and appeared to be arguing over whose tree it was. They were not conventional wise owls. The author's children were taken out to listen and peer at the visitors. The owls peered back.

The poem is based on the idea of God deciding - in the very first place - what this creature would do. However, the owl ends up telling God what to do! The idea came from a folk tale about how the birds got their colour and the nightingale its song. God tires of seeing the birds all the same colour so he paints them. The nightingale is late and only one spot of gold is left, so God puts it on his tongue.

Creating

Write your own version of this poem about another animal or creature, 'The First ....'s Prayer'. What do you think the very first of these creatures asked God for when it was first made? Is there anything it asked not to have?

Illustrate your poem.

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Scotslanguage.com - The First Hoolit's Prayer by Ian McFadgen

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To a Mouse - A Poem by Robert Burns written after he had turned over the nest of a tiny field mouse with his plough.

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There's a bogle by the bour-tree at the lang loan heid,
I canna thole the thocht o' him, he fills ma he'rt wi' dreid;
He skirls like a hoolet, an' he rattles a' his banes,
An' gi'es himsel' an unco fash to fricht wee weans.

He's never there by daylicht, but ance the gloamin' fa's,
He creeps alang the heid-rig, an' through the tattie-shaws,
Syne splairges through the burn, an' comes sprachlin' ower the stanes,
Then coories doun ahint the dyke to fricht wee weans.

I canna say I've seen him, an' it's no' that I am blin',
But, whene'er I pass the bour-tree, I steek ma een an' rin;
An' though I get a tum'le whiles I'd raither thole sic pains,
Than look upon the likes o'yon that frichts wee weans. I daurna gang that gait ma lane by munelicht or by mirk, Oor Tam's no feart, but then he's big, an' strang as ony stirk; He says the bogle's juist the win' that through the bour-tree maens. The muckle gowk! It's no the win' that frichts wee weans.

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There's a bogle by the bour-tree at the lang loan heid, I canna thole the thocht o' him, he fills ma he'rt wi' dreid; He skirls like a hoolet, an' he rattles a' his banes, An' gi'es himsel' an unco fash to fricht wee weans.

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"Tam o' Shanter" the Poem by Robert Burns

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Robert Burns' poem Tam o'Shanter with a translation from the Scots dialect.

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Address to a Haggis by Robert Burns. The original poem in Burns's language with a translation of the Scots dialect.

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Famous Scottish Poems Willie Wastle by Robert Burns

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The Comin Of The Wee Malkies - Makewaves

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Some of us in my class are doing this poem