Let's get poetical

muddy42

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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.
 

bogtrotter

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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.
 
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TheOldGamey

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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.
 

VSS

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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 ****ed with.
 

AN DU RU FOX

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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,,
 

Pedro

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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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