Tonight is Burns night
I have no haggis to devour
yet, in my living room the bagpipes shall play
of Scottish roots I have my grandmother to thank
she is dead, yet her blood flows within my very veins
Burns night is here
I shall dance, I shall be merry
I shall read out loud the Burns
of which I have proudly inherited.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm quite a mix 🤣 Burns Night, 25th of January. 🌹
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Happy birthday Robbie Burns! 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Thank you dear arqios 🌹
Welcome Teddy 🕊🙏🏻👍🏻
Pride in one's heritage is a wonderful thing. One can not know who they are until they know where they came from. It is most interesting that traced back far enough we all are related. This poem eeks with pride of the old land and I have always admired the Scottish and loved the sound of bagpipes. Don't think I could do Haggis though. A most lovely poem my friend
Most truly honoured by your presence on this one, I never had the pleasure to know my grandmother as she died when my father was just 5. Thank you dearest sorrenbarret 🌹 💐
I often quoted Robert Burns to my wife when first we met. She was descended from English royalty on "the wrong side of the bed." Our favorite play was the Barretts of Wimpole Street. My wife was five years my senior similar to the Barretts in the play who were six years apart. I don't know too much about my heritage, but supposedly some of it traced back to families in Czechoslovakia, Germany, Austria, and Scotland. The families are relatives supposedly to the Hapsburgs, and Horacek families on my mother's side. On my father's side, the Johnstons and Whittenbergs, and perhaps naturalized Cherokee? in America.
I very much enjoyed your poem. I apologize for rambling.
I loved your ramblings so thank you so much for coming by, I'm so glad my scribbles have evoked your own reflection. Most lovely to read. 🌹
Did you you raise a glass of whisky to him Teddy.
Andy
Whiskey 🤣
Well worth the celebrating Teddy. Went to a Burns night once. They piped the haggis in and we toasted it with whiskey. Fabulous evening and I know you would have loved the bagpipes. 🌹💜
How wonderful, I wish I could have seen that. There is something truly special about Scotland. Thank you so much dearest Cassie, much like Florentine trippa I've never been a fan of haggis either. Bagpipes make me cry with pride🌹 🌹
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