The Burns Who Crossed The Ocean

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)