Aa alang thi Pooley Road
thi blossom strayed ayont
the lanes and made thi May day fill
wi snaa held in a slant.

Thi buses and thi revving cars
cut thru thi skidless drift
and nae chill clapped thi drehvurs' haunds
within thi season's rift.

And yet nae heat wiz in thi air
and sunlicht couldnae waarm
thi white fruit hingin in yir een
Eh saw begin tae form.