Bagpipe Memories
I can hear them in the distance when the air is bright and clear
They bring back bitter memories of a long ago yesteryear
The whining of the pipes I can remember well,
As they set the cadence for the men, who marched into pure hell.
They were preceded by their banner - A Royal Scot Brigade –
These tartan clad musicians were never known to fade.
They always kept on playing as to battle they did go;
The weather did not matter - blazing sand or bitter snow.
When heroes of the clan are called and laid to rest,
A single piper can be heard filling a last request.
The one, who paid the piper, in our hearts, will ever be –
His place will forever be a part of bagpipe memories.
The whining still is heard and the wars continue on
And will be with us forever until the pipes are done.
Written by
John Posey
12/22/14
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2015
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