He'll no be there
by John Makin
A smart young man was out one day
Clipboard in his hand,
When down the street he chanced to meet
A worker of the land.
“Do you know Old farmer Giles
That works the Bank Top Farm?”
“Happen I do”, he says and smiles
And takes him by the arm.
“Go down the street and round the bend
And up the covered way,
Then along the road right to the end
And two miles up the brae.”
“Well thank you very much indeed,
I'll be on my way.”
“No, dinna rush, there is no need,
He'll no be there, the day!”
“So do you know where he will be?
If he'll return and when?”
“No, which way he went I didna see
But he'll no be there, y' ken.”
“Do you suppose that I should wait?
For I have come some way,”
“There is no need, I tell you straight
He'll no be there today.”
“You seem to know Giles very well;
Do you see him everyday?”
“I've never seen him, in the flesh
But he'll no be there today.”
“Then you really don't know Giles
That you must allow.”
But the farmer rubs his chin and smiles;
“He'll no be there, not now.”
“I'll go up there and wait,” he said
And the young man, leaving, smiles.
While the farmer sadly shakes his head:
“But I'll no be there,” says Giles.
Contributor Bio: John Makin is a 64-year-old autist, long-time poet, and “reclusive scientific philosopher” who lives in Scotland. You can find more of his work at: www.fromtheretohere.net