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On 15th April 1865, children’s poet Walter Wingate was born in Dalry, Ayrshire.

Wingate was the son of David Wingate, a noted local poet in Ayrshire, known as the “Collier Poet”. Walter was also a noted watercolour artist in his lifetime.

During his life Wingate contributed poems to the Glasgow Herald and Evening News, to magazines, and to the anthologies of the Glasgow Ballad Club, but never had a book of his own published. In his editor’s note in the collection put together after Wingate’s death, (Poems, published by Gowans and Gray in 1919) Adam Gowans speculates that many of the poems ‘will become familiar and dear to his countrymen.’ Certainly the Scots pieces have: His best known poem, ‘The Sair Finger’ remains a popular recitation piece, along with ‘The Dominie’s Happy Lot’ and ‘Conscience’. A contemporary reviewer in The Scotsman was of the opinion that ‘the Scots verses are racier and more humorous in expression’, while praising the tender meditations on nature in both languages. Wingate’s talent for capturing wayside flowers and their habitat in watercolours was equalled by his ability to paint in words the countryside he so loved to wander.

The pics is from Hutchison Grammar School's twitter feed, where he was a pupil.

Trespassing.

The road was liker a burn : But the trees in the glen were new in leaf, Ilk bairn I met had a primrose sheaf, And I couldna think to turn.

Was ever a road like yon ! But the flowers were thick and the birds in tune In the lown at the back o’ the afternoon, And aye they wiled me on.

If ye had seen my shoon ! But a muirfowl rase at my vera feet, And I heard the whaup and the peesweep greet, And the laverocks sang abune.

And oh ! but the air was sweet, As hedge by hedge I slinkit about Till I cam’ to a yett that loot me out – I wasna blithe to see’t !

And I thocht as my han’ was thrang Wi’ tates o’ fog at my glaury heel, “ There’s never a road can please sae weel As the road we sudna gang.”

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WALTER WINGATE "The Transformation"

I watched beside a moorland spring A bird that sipped with folded wing And nodding crest; At every graceful move he made A dancing iridescence played Upon his breast. With quaint and pretty nimbleness He flirted with the sun's caress, Demure, yet wild; Alone, and pleased with solitude, He lived from joyous mood to mood - A wanton child.

He seemed a spirit blithe as fair, Incarnate of the mountain air, Till hark! - a cry - An atmosphere of sobbing wings - And lo! An arrant peesweep swings Against the sky!

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