In Scotland Poem by Randy McClave

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.
I then read more of his literature,
Then I became a philosopher.

I chatted with Adam Smith
Which was a fact and not a myth,
I wanted to talk about philosophy
Then he just laughed, and left me.
While my soul was sad and sinking,
I then wondered, as I was finally thinking.

I conversed with James Hutton
Then another thought did butt-in,
Did I want to ask about nature or geology
As I wanted to learn more of my family tree.
Then I thought of seeds and a life in my fist,
I thought of becoming a naturalist.

I finally awaken from my dreams
Which seemed more like needs than schemes,
I thought and I wished for more knowledge
Which is not taught in books or in a college.
With ideas and desires not forgotten;
I need to head back to Scotland.

Randy L. Mcclave