End of the Year! #NewYear #AuldLangSyne #celebration #song #remembrance #poem #midnight #kindness

Wherever you wake up today and wherever you end your night, be it Sea, City or country dwelling… be safe and be thoughtful.

It is customary, in English speaking countries, to end the year, at the strike of midnight to a delightful (if struggling) rendition of the Poem ‘Auld Lang Syne’ by Scotsman, Robert Burns, written in 1788 (with slight variations to the original) and sung to a traditional folk tune.

The translation of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ is ‘Days Gone By,’ or ‘For the sake of old times.’ That we might think of long-standing friendships, old acquaintances – they should not be forgotten – and days passed, memories made; reflection and contemplation and remembrance.

If ever there was a time of year to consider what has been and gone it is now, before we busy ourselves with what’s next.

So here’s to looking back fondly and moving forward faithfully.

Start the new year with a cup of kindness.

Should old acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot

And old lang syne…

For auld lang syne, my dear

For auld lang syne,

We’ll take a cup of kindness yet

For (the sake of) auld lang syne…

COMING UP in 2018, a new novel: ‘A Worldly Tale Told Of Mothy Chambers’

by K.G.V. Barnwell

http://www.katebarnwell.com

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A Red, Red Rose


‘O, My Luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June:

O, My Luve is like the melodie

That’s sweetly played in tune.’ (1794)

The captivating first line of Robert (Rabbie) Burns’ poem is now officially in season!
The Rose, traditionally the red variety, still remains the lover’s most romantic tool and in June we’ll see them in full abundance, here in Britain. Parks and gardens, sunny walls and craggy corners all desire the beautiful rose flower and, where possible, it will be perfectly perfumed, fragrant and voluptuous. Every part of it, from the plump, tightly wrapped bud to the soft, silky petals, to the long slender stem – why there is nothing more naturally sensual and symbolic of love.

‘Pass me a ribboned rosebud from its bed

And lazily lie each velvet petal

To relish as a crown around her head.’

Kate Barnwell, 2014 

Exactly 220 years later, the heralded Rose is still being featured in Romantic poetry.  

If you find someone sitting in rosebeds or wandering the rose gardens, picturing and smelling each and every rose, they are most definitely a poet, and happy one too!