Robert Burns Life

Robert Burns is a famous poet. He became more famous when he died. He was buried on the same day his son was born. It would have been very sad for his wife if she couldn't to to the funeral. In Scotland, they have a night called 'Burns night' on Burns' birthday. Tonight we're going to Burns night at Tyndale house (where dad works). This is one of my favourite poems that Robert Burns wrote. I like it because it is sad and beautiful.

My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose

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.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry , my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve !
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!