Rita & Iain's Wedding Grove

Rita & Iain's Wedding

29th August 2013
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To love is not to possess,

To own or imprison,

Nor to lose one's self in another.

Love is to join and separate,

To walk alone and together,

To find a laughing freedom

That lonely isolation does not permit.

It is finally to be able

To be who we really are

No longer clinging in childish dependency

Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,

It is to be perfectly one's self

And perfectly joined in permanent commitment

To anotherand to one's inner self.

Love only endures when it moves like waves,

Receding and returning gently or passionately,

Or moving lovingly like the tide

In the moon's own predictable harmony,

Because finally, despite a child's scars

Or an adult's deepest wounds,

They are openly free to be

Who they really areand always secretly were,

In the very core of their being

Where true and lasting love can alone abide.

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Donated by Iain Gray
It wis a wonderfu' wedding,Which filled the groom wi' pride.He wis maist handsome o' husbands,And she made a richt bonny bride.She had a lovely wedding dress,A' white and inlaid with gilt.And he made a dashing Scotsman,Resplendent in his kilt.And jist like ilka true Scotsman,Wi' tradition he kept true,He wore nae breeks below his kilt,For thon would ne'er do.The service it was lovely,And wis enjoyed by all.And for the reception they retired,Tae the Reformed Temperance Hall.The guests a' enjoyed the reception,And were soon fu' of good cheer.And the groom adjusting his kilt,Sat oan the lap o' his dear.And that's when the trouble startedFor when he stood up once again,His bonny bride was horrified,For he left a long broon stain.The bride she wis black affrontitAnd inconsolable at the mess,Her new husband had left a skidmarkOan her bonny wedding dress.She took a swipe at her husband,For his poor lack o' hygieneAnd his family jumped tae his defence,And then her family intervened.The twa families, fired up with booze,Turned the reception intae a riot.And that's when the polis were brought in,To try tae regain some quiet.Seven people were arrested,For their part in the brawl,A' startit by a skidmark,In the Reformed Temperance Hall.Grooms please learn frae this story,To save yir wedding becoming a farce,Wear the kilt wi'oot breeks by a' means,But remember tae wipe yir arse.
Donated by Iain Gray
Donated by Mr I Gray