Free (Poem)

Free

Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.

Wait. What am I doing? Are those hums?
Amid simple flutes and beating drums.

I take the evening as the evening comes.
Beneath the moonlight and the oak tree.

Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.

Bagpipes (Poem)

Bagpipes

In the rain the bagpipes play,
Keeping the beat to that which the rain must say,

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

Sounds of the bagpipes dance amongst the hills,
Blacksmiths keep to her beat in rustic mills,

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

Where warriors thirst she will be,
Quenching it with pride and the sounds of the sea,

Something magical in her song,
She’ll make any warrior feel as if they belong,

Pride, Honor, and Loyalty fills the air,
This is their blood- they will meet every challenge and dare,

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