Poetry

Bagpipes (#61)

In the rain the old bagpipes play,
Keeping the beat as the pipers sway,

Scotland’s shores answer to her call,
With them, warriors never lose faith or fall,

At her song warriors meet every challenge and dare,
Around them, pride, honor, and loyalty fill the air,

The sounds of the bagpipes blanket the hills,
Blacksmiths keep to her beat in rustic mills,

Kilts and their owners march to her tune,
Proudly marching with banner and rune,

Any Thoughts?

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