In Tarbolton's hall, steps were taught,
Burns learned with grace, his heart yearning.
Gregg's skilled hands urged him to soar,
The fiddle's song guiding each move.
The Bachelor's Club became a place of cheer,
Burns and Gregg dedicated their time,
Refining steps and thoughts together,
In dance and music, their spirits intertwined.
From Alloway to Glasgow's stage,
The baroque fiddle carried timeless tales.
In New York's hall, its notes would soar,
Bringing an ageless dance to life again.
Burns' love for dance and music blossomed,
His world expanded with poetic views,
Each tune and step invigorated his spirit,
Enriching his soul with every verse he wrote.
Gregg's fiddle, a treasure from the past,
Held stories of history waiting to be told.
Played now in grand and bright venues,
It continues the legacy of those early days.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Making a connection between music, dancing and poetry, Robert Burns having attended dance lessons as a lad.
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What a wonderful way to explore the three subjects, by intertwining Burns’ and Gregg’s loves and art. A joy to read my friend! 👏🖤❤️🖤
Cheers T. I’ve learnt more of the esteemed poet by looking a bit more into his story.
All the arts and sciences are connected. A lovely write and a tribute to a past master.
Chemistry!
the marriage was in fact seamless .. and not only that, but I have learnt something new .. I wonder how much they charged per hour back in the day .. cheers🍷
Interesting point!
Excellent write
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