The Scotland bus queue shuffles forward,
More and more get on, strands of Scotland’s plaid
Off they set up 21st Century Road
Scotland's tartan is now a complex weave
Indigo, saffron, marigold spice it up
The balanced twill of the purple heath of the Gael
Is set in the weft with the thin red line of St George
The warp has the green of Erin
The hoary lichens of Harris
Mulberry, mimosa, turmeric, tea
Add pungency to bramble juice and peat
The fare’s a passport, the right to board the country.
sheena blackhall
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scotland-bus/
