Black marker on paper
6 x 9 1/2 inches
Barbara Muir © 2017My background is complex on my mother's side --
French, Italian, Irish, but straight Scottish on my
father's side. When my siblings and I were little it
was only the Scottish that mattered, and as we grew there
were many occasions when the poetry of Robert
Burns was read, or spoken. My mother knew much
of his poetry off by heart.
I always gravitated to the French and Italian part of
my heritage, but grew up wearing kilts to school
every day. Tonight we went to the Caledonian in
Toronto for a Robbie Burns night (2 days before
his birthday I know) but we had it all -- 4 different
types of Scotch, bagpipes, singing and poetry by
Robbie Burns, and Canadian poets from the League
It was a joyous and lovely evening and a pleasant
distraction from the more frightening news of the
day. I came home and drew this sketch of the
famous poet. Robbie Burns was not only a wonderful
poet, he was a very attractive man. I did my best Rob.
Have a celebrating-the-poets-of-the-past-and-present day.
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