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.