To Burns

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Title:     To Burns
Author: W. M. MacKeracher [More Titles by MacKeracher]

Suggested on returning home for my holidays by
an old portrait of the poet, which hangs in my room.

Old friend!--I always loved thee;
In childhood's early days,
Delighted I would listen
With laughter to thy lays.

And better still I loved thee,
To riper boyhood grown;
Because thou wert the pride of
The land that's part my own.

But with devotion deepened
I greet thee now anew,
Of love, because thou singest
So simple, sweet, and true.

[The end]
W. M. MacKeracher's poem: To Burns

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