Robert Burns wrote his famous poem about Aberfeldy while sitting here on a short visit to the town. You can imagine people everywhere wanting him to write a poem every time he visited somewhere.........I wonder if it ever became a chore, or did this sort of poem only take a matter of seconds to some-one who was as practiced as this.
"While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
The little birdies blythly sing.
Or lightly flit on wanton wing,
In the Birks of Aberfeldy."
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