On January the twenty fifth
Scots all over celebrate
The birth of our national poet
Rabbie Burns born on that date
He was the Ploughman poet
Hands tough from working the land
In his heart there beat such a spirit
Strong, so loving and grand
At fifteen he wrote his first poem
To a lass hed taken a shine
Her name was Nelly Kilpatrick
A maiden so pretty and fine
As the years went on he moved away
His father now tenanted a bigger farm
He loved the life in the countryside
He wrote poems and songs of simple charm
Oor Rabbie was a bit of a lad
The lassies would swarm aroon
They wid listen tae his tales of love
Caused many a lass tae swoon
Afore long he was a Daddy
Took to himself a wife
Filled his days with husbandly things
But soon grew tired of that life
His was a spirit of freedom
He had loved and moved on many times
Leaving behind the countryside
He headed for Edinburgh's chimes
The greatest love he'd ever known
She was taken ill and died
Poor Rabbie was tormented
His heart now broken..he cried
Yet from the bitterness of his tears
From the pitiful way he did look
He gathered up his feelings
Then published it all in his book
Now that we have his measure
Gathering the knowledge we can
We celebrate our greatest Poet
Better still we remember the Man
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Dad,
Oh My! I did not know any of this about this man
What a wonderful read this one is! I love it! I love learning about different poets, and what better way than to read about them!
Great job!
and love
Nyetta
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