This poet’s pride is MacIntosh I doodle on it a’ day lang, I wadnae say it’s owre posh; But it’s pat forth the twa’r three sang. It’s no’ sae fast this wee while back; But then I feel the same mysel’, Fur whiles it rattles aff the track And plunges verse tae cyber hell. I’ve had it noo this mony a year And mony a verse hae spun upon it, Yet I wad rather wish than fear That it wad gie forth, ane last sonnet. I’m hounded day and nicht wi’ adds Fur faster tech and giant rebates, But me and Mac are no’ fur fads, That prosper ane ca’d Wullie Gates. It’s far ahint the grand PC According tae the latest poll, But it does weel enough fur me When scribblin’ verse, aboot Maybole. |
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William F. Davidson
was born in Ayr, Scotland in 1939. Raised in Maybole, he attended Cairn
Primary School & Carrick Academy before emigrating to Canada in October
1956. He traveled throughout Canada and the United States for three
years before taking up permanent residence in New York in 1959. Mr.
Davidson has also lived and worked in Australia for two years. He is
married with one son. Several family members continue to live in
Maybole. E-mail