Poem -
The Burns in Me
Tonight is Burns night
I have no haggis to devour
yet, in my living room the bagpipes shall play
of Scottish roots I have my grandmother to thank
she is dead, yet her blood flows within my very veins
Burns night is here
I shall dance, I shall be merry
I shall read out loud the Burns
of which I have proudly inherited.
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Comments
Hello Shirley...
HAPPY BURNS NIGHT!!
💐
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong Ice Queen
Thank you so much Sparrowsong 🌹
"My Love is like a Red, Red Rose.' A wonderful poem by one of the greats. Always one of my favorites! 💕
Thank you so much dear B.S 🌹
Your delight and pride shines here Shirley.. a pleasure to read x
A Grandmother is never got to meet. Thank you my dear friend Marion. 🌹
Do think that is where the bard in you comes from, the very name, like a poem, an incantation?
I'll take that as a huge compliment if you will allow such, me the bard? I am truly charmed by this. 🌹Thank you dear Rory, I believe that we certainly have to have a certain fire within us to write, that's for sure. 🌹
Lovely poem!
Thank you dearest Tina, so lovely to see you so much. 🌹 X