Photo by Ron Waller.
Here's a bit of a poem and some belated links about the Scottish poet, whose birthday has been celebrated with annual dinners for over two hundred years.
From Tam o'Shanter
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white—then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.—
Nae man can tether Time nor Tide...
Links:
The complete songs of Robert Burns
Robert Burns supper recipes
Kids' activities
A Robert Burns DVD
A nice surreal version of Burns by Calum Colvin
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