Carpe Diem
THE POETS AND THE HIGHLANDER
A highlander stands alone
on the crest of a high hill
quietly playing the bagpipes
stirring the tree branches in the mist of fog
The sonorous dissonant sounds of the pipes
create a melancholy mood over the open field
the lone figure stands tall paying his respects
to the fallen poets
Poets no longer alive but their words
written ages ago ring loudly today
still piercingly proclaiming
we were alive are you?
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