Outside my place, I heard a sound
it thrust deep into me,
my head was lost in thoughts profound,
confined, but now I’m free.
The music woke my heart to hear
what scarce my ears perceived,
those sweet, faint notes, on breezy air
as bagpipes’ throats were squeezed.
Drawn closer, was I, to the bar,
my head was feeling numbed,
my hand it craved the whisky jar,
to Scotland I succumbed!
The pipers’ band came near to stand,
my tears, I could not stay,
yon pipes I love, but they’re most grand,
when heard from far away.
Copyright © Maggie Munro | Year Posted 2013