A Red, Red Rose

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 art 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 luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Recumbent At Last

Well, it took about 5 years to get here, but now I'm riding in comfort. 12-13 years of back issues prevented me from getting upon an upright bike, but my physical therapist said that a recumbent bike would work.

I've only ridden about 25 miles in the last 3 weeks but they have been a lot of fun.

Perhaps I'll see you on the road. Be sure and wave!