Ode to the Clan Convenor

**ctbuchanan** · 17th April 12, 09:52 AM

“In the early mists of dawn you’ll see us driving in the stakes
Raising up our standards while the world slowly wakes
An army of great highlanders converging on the moor
While waiting for the doughnut stand to open up its door
We’ve memorized the clans and septs, and all the surnames too
... Proving we’re all kith and kin, connecting us to you
But if your name’s not on the list, there’s no need for despair
We’ll just look it up in a bigger book, it’s bound to be in there
Some say that we’re silly, others say we’re clean bereft
To sit here in the noon-day sun in nine yards of the best
But if you think we’re crazy, then just take a look around
At the loonies strangling pipes and pitching tree trunks at the ground
For we’re the worsted warriors; the clan tent cavaliers
We never miss a Highland Games, you’ll always find us here
So come on in and sit you down, and have a drop of cheer
And we’ll figure out a way for you to be sitting here next year!”

by Men of Worth

**gary meakin** · 17th April 12, 12:27 PM

**tulloch** · 17th April 12, 02:05 PM

Bravo!

**Mael Coluim** · 17th April 12, 08:55 PM

Thanks for sharing this. I have shared it with my fellow convernors of my Clan Society. They have enjoyed it also. Did not know of the Men of Worth and thanks to Google now do!