I post this poem in memory of Bill and Honor Consier; our maternal grandparents. I think they would like it. The poem is also fitting for Valentine's Day. It is written by Robert Burns from Scotland.
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 played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie 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;
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
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Thanks for sharing this poem, Honor. I like the spelling of the words ... it makes me hear it in my head as a Scottish song, like the Irish and Scottish folk melodies I hear on Friday nights on our local NPR station. Pretty.
I am glad you like this poem, Katie. It is like a folk song that Grandpa Consier would hum. Grandpa liked to hum songs to himself as he worked, or to pass the time. He was a happy man.
When Tom and I went to church there was a family of missionaries visiting. They are stationed in Scotland. They talked about the people and showed pictures of the country side. I thought of Grandpa Consier. I saw a women the other day on the Ellen Degenerous show who has a daughter named Honor
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