Bagpipes

 

Whenever it is I hear the bagpipes wail—

There is a longing in my soul for my ship to set sail.

My heart—it yearns to travel forth—

To a land that I’ve lost—

That lies to the eastern north.

 

Mine eyes have never beheld that green luscious land,

But my blood bubbles so at that musical command—

The bagpipes—a one man band.

 

 

--Shannon A. McCaslin--Nolen