thought I would share a poem
Haggis Neeps and tatties for supper tonight without the address off the Haggis though ;)
Lines On The Fall Of Fyers Near Loch-Ness.
Poem by Robert Burns
Written with a Pencil on the Spot.
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
Robert Burns, the unofficial national poet of Scotland and author of the famous New Year's song "Auld Lang Syne," was born Jan. 25, 1759, near Ayrshire, Scotland. For more than 200 years, Scots around the world have gathered for a special meal on his birthday to...
A Red Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry...