The Burns Who Crossed The Ocean Poem by Laurence Overmire

Ah cousin, Robert, I hear ye now
In the vaunted hills of my Highland heart
The songs of your sure keeping

Too long away from the mooring
My journey tides the ocean
An epic for the bard

I cannot beg to know my kin
Or speak that ancient tongue
But I do listen, and I do hear

And I can feel in the pass of soul
The kindred tie that binds us
Give me your hand upon the breeze, Rabbie

Time drifting like a feather
Though far away, and far apart
We'll rest our dreams in Scotland's arms

And play our songs together.

~ Laurence Overmire

(Previously published in The Ghost of Rabbie Burns: An American Poet's Journey Through Scotland, Indelible Mark Publishing,2016)