Robert Burns Poem by Randy McClave

Here I stand at your tomb
Better yet, outside Scotland's womb,
Protecting your body until the end of time
And as I remember well, to "Auld Lang Syne",
The soul is forever we know where to look
Yours is still found inside any romance book,
It was not spirited away inside any cemetery
It found it's dwelling, in a romantics library,
Still cherishing you for centuries after your birth
And not swallowed up deep into the earth,
To lie in a shrine and to never be forgot
And never to sleep as others have thought,
So, instead of kneeling by a grave
At your tomb instead, I will recite and wave.

Randy L. McClave