Robert Burns

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