The Scotsman’s bagpipes have a voice of pride
The wailing wind captured within a bag of sheepskin
Sings with emotion from a soul of unparalleled tradition
Joined by the cadence of drums or on occasion… violins
A veiled heart is transported over the greenest rolling hills
Experiencing awe… awakened by the trills of golden days
A dance of merriment is revealed with the whirling of a reel…
Advancing steps of kilted plaid are stirred …as the piper plays
6/8/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work Theresa. Capturing that essence twixt the tune and the tweed. Danny