In Scotland

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