Red Red Roses

Plaster of Paris Red Rose wall hanger.


Oh My Love is Like a Red Red Rose by Robert Burns

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:

And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

I have a terrible memory; however, I can proudly say that there are a few things I can actually recite from memory, in their entirety. This poem by Robert Burns, considered Scotland's National Bard is one. I was first introduced to this poem in my seventh grade literature class. I loved how it sounded, the lilt of the phrases, and how I used my best Scottish accent while reciting. (Actually not so much my best accent, but serviceable........ I mean you could tell at least it was suppose to be Scottish.)

By the way, the other things I can recite include Psalm 23 and The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere by Longfellow. I guess both of those say a lot about me.

Today is Wednesday is Rednesday, and I am joining Sue @ It's a Very Cherry (School) World, for a little red fun. (Please click here to visit Sue and the other participants). Nothing says red more than roses, so that is what I am sharing today, vintage style of course.

Here is a vintage Avon Rose Pin.

I know I just showed this vase for Pink Saturday with Beverly, but for those of you who didn't see see it, here it is pink with roses and quite the odd choice for the inside glaze of the vase. That I like the quirkiness of the vase, also says a lot about me.

Well that's all for today. Promise though, when you read the poem, try saying it with a Scottish accent. Go ahead try it. Trust me, it is fun.

Got it at Goodwill
Sherrie