Please join us for the fall 2014 Tweed Ride!
When: Saturday Nov 15th
Time: Meet at 10:30 depart at 11
Location: McKinley Park (Alhambra & H Street)
in the rose garden street side.
A poem of Harris Tweed written by Janet Hunter
I met a man in Harris Tweed
As I walked down the Strand;
I turned and followed him like a dog
The breath of hill and sea and bog
That clung about that coat of brown,
And suddenly, in London Town,
I heard again the Gaelic speech,
The scrunch of keel on shingly beach;
The traffic’s never-ending roar
Come plangent from a shining shore;
I saw the little lochs where lie
The lilies, white as ivory;
And tumbling down the rocky hills
Came scores of little foaming rills,
I saw the crofter bait his line,
The children herding yellow kine,
The barefoot woman with her creel,
The washing-pot, the spinning wheel,
The mounds thrown up by patient toil,
To coax the corn from barren soil.
With buoyant step I went along
Whistling a Hebridean song
That Iain Og of Taransay
Sang one enchanted day.
I was a man renewed indeed
Because I smelt that Harris Tweed
As I went down the Strand.