Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| Liam wrote on the board for the young'ns. Call me Mister Liam or just Auld Liam. One boy laughed. "Why?" "Because I'm auld." One girl snickered. "You're old not auld." "Aye, 'tis true... y'r not from these parts, are ye?" |