Poems (late)

Well National Poetry Day passed us by, due to aching hips that meant sitting at the computer pained somewhat and a headache (non-migrainous) that rendered much else difficult. So, in honour of the headache, we searched out one of our favourite of Dunbar's poems. Passing the mirror we caught sight of our clean and freshly brushed hair: so we looked out Herbert's The Forerunners. It may be late but it's two for the price of one:
( My Heid did Yak Yester Nicht )

( The Forerunners )