I asked Robert Burns
What inside his soul yearns,
He looked at me and then he spoke
But, then I awoke.
Then I pondered if I had known him,
I then wrote a poem.
I spoke to David Hume
As I stood outside his tomb,
He was about to fill my knowledge cup
Then I suddenly woke up.
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: history,scotland,world