The Night Rabbie Visited Me

THE NIGHT THAT RABBIE VISITED ME One night in spring I couldn't sleep I heard knocking on the door I got out of bed, walked to the window to have a peep ..what I saw made me gasp, and nearly fell to the floor. A gentleman stood there dressed in old fashioned wear and I felt the blood rush tae my cheeks. my hands were shakin and my knees were quakin as I stared at him quite hard I couldna believe what I was seein, cos - I was looking,- at Rabbie - the Bard He looked up at me and mouthed silently come down as i'd like to talk, I bottled my fear and walked down the stair, and he took my arm for a walk. [He took me on journeys my mind only knew, to groves and burns and braes, and told me of tales of mice and men, and schemes, that gang aft agley . of the poor wee mouse turfed out of his house , and daisies being tramped in the stoor when the cruel coulter passed, wi such a blast they were alas no more. My heart was singing with the tales he was spinning and I asked no, I begged, for more. We walked along the Banks o' Doon where the rose and the woodbine twine., he told me of his sad lost love an I told him of mine. He pulled a rose from it's thorny tree, and placed it on my brow, the dew , like a tear run down my cheek that rose is with me now We wandered on the banks of the Nith, where the linties sang sae sweet and knelt and pu'd the gowans fine that were bloomin at our feet. . The sun was rising in the sky, I knew it was time to part it will be so hard to say goodbye, for he had stolen my heart Then Rabbie took me by the hand and said so seriously what poem can I leave with you, one that you'll treasure or gives you pleasure, that you will remember ME by I looked at him and paused , A'e fond kiss please, Rabbie He obliged and that kiss was like honey on my lips. Ae fond kiss and then we sever Ae fareweel, Alas forever Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Had we never loved sae kindly Had we never loved sae blindly Never met ....or never parted We had ne'er been.... so broken hearted. , his voice melted faintly into the morning mist . though years may come and years may go, these memories are mine They'll stay with me till eternity, to the days of Auld Lang Syne. The night that Rabbie visited me Was it all a dream ???????? © Arlene Phillips 2017