Happy Birthday, Robert Burns

Robert Burns

A belated happy birthday to Robert Burns.  January 25th marked his 253th birthday anniversary.  To commemorate the occasion, I recited “My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose,” “My Heart’s in the Highlands,” and “Flow Gently, Sweet Afton” in the best Scottish accent I could muster.    I would have cooked a haggis, but alas, don’t know how to cook one.  Instead, I took pen in hand and wrote the following poem ( to be read in the best Scottish accent you can muster ) to commemorate the occasion:

            The Winds They are A-Blowin’

The winds they are a-blowin’
A-blowin’ from the far, far North
Whistling down the chimney
And out the stone-cold hearth.

The winds they are a-blowin’
A-blowin’ from the far, far North,
Rattling each window pane
Mightily with a roar.

The winds they are a–blowin’
A–blowin’ from the far, far North
Harbinger of spring’s rebirth
Or winter’s frosty hoar.

The winds they are a-blowin’
A-blowin from the far, far North
While I lie abed alone
To arise again no more.

The winds they are a-blowin’
A-blowin’ from the far, far North
Whistling down the chimney
And out the stone-cold hearth.

(©2012 PoeticMeditation.  All rights reserved.)

A personally signed copy of this poem can be ordered at PoeticExpressions.

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