In honor of Scottish Poet Robert Burns' birthday (249 years ago) I thought I'd dig up a little of his poetry.
O, My Luve's like a red, red roseRead the rest of the poem here.
by Robert Burns
O, My Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
The Poetry Friday round-up this week is at Mentor Texts.
3 comments:
And Pat Boone happens to sing this in my favorite movie of all time.
Journey to The Center of the Earth.
OK, I know what I'm watching this weekend.
Happy Burns Day! I knew I had to go with one for "wee Rabbie" today, too.
I went with Burns just before New Years, so today I went with brooding Byron. But ach! I'm glad you posted this one. (Burns is out of copyright, btw, for future reference.)
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