Burns' Night

Each year, an evening bright as any star, 
with song and verse retells the tale once more,
with homage paid to one man's repertoire.
Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore
our universal oneness, humankind
across the globe, each with each entwined.

Our frailties, joys and sorrows understood,
with love and pathos are his lines imbued,
hands joined in celebrating brotherhood
and in our hearts enduring gratitude
for what this plain and humble man has shown,
revealing what our souls have always known.

And so, each year, we celebrate anew
this gifted ploughman and his words so wise, 
partake of haggis and a dram or two,
yet mindful of the wider world outside.
To gain the peace for which the whole world yearns
feed deep upon the words of Robert Burns.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Cresswell Avatar
September 26, 2017 at 5:38 PM
I am back again to kindle the feelings originally lit the first time. I see an pen door beckoning into the warmth, hear laughter and the clink of glasses. I want to be there.
Allison Avatar
September 26, 2017 at 3:35 PM
What a lovely tribute Peter:-) I am a Burns night baby and finally I got to taste haggis this year and it was yummy!:-) hugs Jan xx
Shaw Avatar
September 10, 2017 at 11:48 AM
Lovely poem and my Grandfather Donald would have a dram or two - Knowing him a few more with you reciting old "Robbie's" works - Times I sat on his knee while he sang "Ye Banks and Braes" - Didn't sound so bad with a few whiskies down him and there wasn't a dry eye in the house when he finished - You brought fine memories back there - He is singing from heaven - God Bless you - Indiana x x x
Rees Avatar
September 10, 2017 at 4:03 PM
That's lovely, Indiana.Thanks for sharing your reminiscences.
Cresswell Avatar
September 10, 2017 at 10:13 AM
Oh how I wish I were there. It feels warm and cozy, filled with comraderie. Listening to songs both new and old, and the poetry!
Rees Avatar
September 10, 2017 at 10:28 AM
Yes, they are wonderful celebrations !
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