A Rare Edition

In Kilmarnock's print, a treasure lies,
A first edition, where history sighs,
From eighteen eighty-six, its verses flow,
Robert Burns’ heart, in dialect aglow.

Poems Chiefly In The Scottish Dialect,
Whispers of love, and nature’s effect,
Expected to fetch a princely sum,
Fifty to sixty thousand--"oh, how it’ll hum!

Once just six hundred, a modest start,
Three shillings it cost, a work of pure art,
Yet within a month, the copies all gone,
Burns' voice, like a lark, sung sweet at dawn.

“To A Mouse” and “The Twa Dogs” share,
Stories of life, in the Scottish air,
At twenty-seven, with passion he wrote,
A legacy penned in each heartfelt note.

Now just eighty-eight copies remain,
A glimpse of the past, a poet’s refrain,
As the auction approaches, the whispers grow loud,
For the magic of Burns, we all stand so proud.

Reviews

[carl]

A well written praise for Mt. Burns. So many good poets and poems for us to read and be inspired. Enjoyed your piece very much and encouraged to go once again back and back to explore and appreciate. -carl

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Carl, we are agreed upon the myriad of poets and poems to be read and inspired by; to appreciate, explore and revisited often. Cheers -RBK

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The magic of Burns, the magic of Irish verse...its rhythm, flow...it dances...much like
this tribute poem of yours does, Red,
j.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks kindly j, but his ever so much more than mine!!