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    Let's get poetical

    I often think about this when taking the train between the borders (OK not the highlands) and London, often after chasing the roe. learned it at school. Anyone else? Back north on Friday!

    My Heart's in the Highlands, Robert Burns

    Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
    The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
    Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
    The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

    My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
    My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
    Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
    My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

    Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
    Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
    Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
    Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

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    Love this poem. So much so it's on my "reading list" to be read at my funeral
    ILB

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    To a Mountain Daisy by Robert Burns, written when he turned one over with the plough?



    Wee,modest crimson tipped flow'r
    Thou's met me in an evil hour
    For I maun crush amang the store
    Thy slender stem
    To spare thee now is past my post
    Thou bonnie gem

    That's the first verse there are nine in total

    WINTER (the first verse)

    The wintry west extends his blast
    And hail and rain does blaw
    Or the stormy north sends driving forth
    The blinding sleet and Snaw
    Wild tumbling brown, the burn comes down
    And roars frae bank to brae
    While bird and beast in covert rest
    And pass the heartless day.



    THE PRIMROSE

    Dost ask me,why I send thee here
    The firstling of the infant year
    This lovely native of the vale
    That hangs so pensive and so pale.


    Look on its bending stalk,so weak
    That,each way yielding ,doth not break
    And see how aptly it reveals
    The doubts and fears a lover feels

    Look on its leaves of ye!low hue
    Bepearl'd thus with morning dew
    And these will whisper in thine ears?
    The sweets of love are washed with tears


    Burns was a prolific writer especially when you consider he was only 37 when he died, his writing covered the full spectrum from pure genius to that being generous can best be described as dire.
    One things for sure his place amongst the top poets of all time is assured, his Auld Lang Syne is sung around the globe at New Year though many who join in will have no idea of who wrote it.
    Last edited by bogtrotter; 31-08-2016 at 20:46.

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    [QUOTE=muddy42;1154849]I often think about this when taking the train between the borders (OK not the highlands) and London, often after chasing the roe. learned it at school. Anyone else? Back north on Friday!

    My Heart's in the Highlands, Robert Burns

    m y heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
    Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,

    Following The Roe, one of the early books that I learned so much from, regards roe, written by Frank Holmes, not a book on shooting roe but to learn of their .habits, and secret life . A great book.

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    Well I'm not much of a one for poetry, but I went to college in Aberystwyth, so the following limerick amuses me:

    A buxom young wench from Aberystwyth -
    took grain to the mill to get grist with.
    The miller's son Jack -
    laid her flat on her back,
    and united the organs they pissed with.

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    For oft when on my couch i lie
    in vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    which is the bliss of solitude,
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils,,
    DONT START

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    Funny thing poetry. You learn it at school and hate it. In later life, you then recall the poetry that you did at school with understanding and affection.

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