Shetland: Finally Home

Auld Bertha, shu win up da brae
Dispite her widden leg
An’ in aboot da sheltered piece
Her moorit lamb wis dead.

Abune her head shu saw braa wings
Da culperate o’ dis crime
Da greatest muckle black-back
Shu'd spied in aa her time.

Noo Bertha’s husband Tammie
Wis burried at da kirk
An’ when h’it cam tae shootin’
Shu wisna muckle wirt.

Regardless shu win doon da brae
An’ hocked oot Tammie’s gun
An’ up da brae shu guid again
Her task widna be fun.

Shu had tae kill da black-back
Wha pluckit oot da ees
Auld Bertha aimed doon Tammie’s gun
Da devil shu could see.

Da weapon gein wi such a blast
it caaed her in da stank
Her widden leg wis laid a bruck
An’ so Auld Bertha sank.

In da bog shu had tae stay
'til some idder body cam
Aside da a ormals o' da bird
An' Bertha's peerie lamb.

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I thought I'd share a poem I wrote, in the dialect. I'm on my fifth year of college study; I'm a creative writer. I want to write more in dialect, but my tutors are all English and cannot understand it. It's frustrating, because my second novel (attempt) is set in Shetland and the characters dialogue comes to me in broad dialect.