Rustic Shores of Scotland

Bagpipes in short high sounding squeals that loudly play to the ears appeal some haunting distant melodic foreboding malaise, stretching across an isle of green-blue ways, freed open and gingerly along the lochs and rivers Clyde, Tay, Tweed, and Dee; a glistening jewel of history unshelved with ghosts, monsters, fairies, and elves upon the southern shore of the Bay o' Skaill swells, over the West Mainland parish of Sandwick's silent bells, the Neolithic village of Skara Brae - indelible granite white Orkney's most-visited ancient relic sites; islands set apart where the Scottish bagpipes sing of the clan's immortal heart on the wing; the lull and lore of older memories fades and wilts like colors sewn within the Tartan kilts Glasgow and Edinburgh ring truly filled as kilts swing in the whistling wind unstilled, "We’re a’ Jock Tamson’s bairns!" cries aloud in wails and shrills of Scottish yarns; come ye rustic castles and pastorals listen to the swish and swirls, legends rural, in the rush of bagpipes and flaring kilts along the cobblestones of Donegal dark silt and all the island shores gleaned greetings from the Scottish lore imaginings. Julia Ward's contest Theme of Scotland 3/17/21