Notice of absence from Tom Dylan
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On the twenty-fifth of January,
this magical night of the year,
celebrating all things Scottish
and the Caledonian ploughman poet.
We toast the great Robbie Burns,
raising a glass of fine single malt,
reciting the Address to a Haggis,
O what a glorious sicht.
When I look out my window this evening
the Lancashire hills are transformed
becoming the Scottish Highlands
of my distant descendants.
I can hear the bagpipe tunes playing
ringing down through the generations,
calling out to me in whisper and in song,
speaking to my Highland heart.
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Tom Dylan (
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Have a very happy Burns Night Tom Dylan. Robbie is a poet well worth remembering and celebrating. Pipe in the haggis.
Thanks, Cassie. Will do. 🙂
I'll pop round for some haggis later - if I knew what it tastes like. lol.
Haggis is a bit of an acquired taste, like Irn Bru! If not there's Scottish shortbread. 🙂
Wonderful and the vision makes me want to go off to see it in person. Love Scotland and the wonderful people who know how to enjoy themselves for sure.
Completely agree, and the fact that on Burns Night they celebrate a writer and a poet, makes it all the more special. Thanks, Teddy.
Fantastic use of the senses.
Thanks, Thomas. Really appreciated.
Very good words and celebration of burns night Tom.
I raised a glass of Laphroaig to him last night.
Andy
Nicely done, Andy. 🙂 I had a wee dram of Glenfiddich. Had to keep reminding myself I have work this morning. Doh!
Work? Work?
Oh yes I remember work but it was 12 years ago when I retired so work is a vague memory. LOL
Andy
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