Poem -

The Burns in Me

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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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

HAPPY BURNS NIGHT!!

💐

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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Jac Tales

"My Love is like a Red, Red Rose.' A wonderful poem by one of the greats. Always one of my favorites! 💕

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Marion

Your delight and pride shines here Shirley.. a pleasure to read x

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Shirley Harrison

A Grandmother is never got to meet. Thank you my dear friend Marion. 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

Do think that is where the bard in you comes from, the very name, like a poem, an incantation?

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Shirley Harrison

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. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dearest Tina, so lovely to see you so much. 🌹 X

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