I sat in our caravan
as the peaceful pipes
played a soft reverie of harmony
for all those who heard its song.
Their melody drifted on the wind
soothing everything it touched.
The peaceful pipes played
at the ending of the day.
27 September 2008
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I would like to translate this poem
I love the pipes.....my daughter can't stand them...they were playing at her grandpa's funeral....she was young and empressionable