Three Score Years o’ Th’ Thompson
Posted By Randy on March 20, 2016
My Esteemed Friend Peter Thompson turns sixty years old today and shows no signs of improving the mood of his enemies by requiring that they attend his wake in the spirit of, “If you give the people what they want, they’ll come.”
The poem that follows speaks from some inside knowledge on my part that will be understood by anyone who appreciates Th’ Thompson, but should ring True in the heart of anyone who values a True, Trusty, and Tested Friend.
Three Score Years o’ Th’ Thompson
By LFM
Three score years it is today
Th’ Thompson came to be,
And queer it was the path he took
To be a Friend to me.
But that’s a tale I’ll tell anon,
And set aside the way
Th’ Thompson took to be with us,
And revel in the day!
With sixty Winters on his frame
His high spots lost their blue,
But still they keep their lustre
From rough edges showing through.
And rough and worn though he may be,
And clad in battle’s dust,
Upon Th. Thompson’s soul you’ll find
No particle of rust.
Now Clansmen, Comrades, Bannermen,
Let’s share a dram and meal,
And celebrate a Man and Heart
That’s trusty as cold steel.
Slainte Mhath! aye Slainte Mhor. Beannachd Dia dhuit- and may He hold you in His Hand but never close it too tightly!