The Lonesome Piper đź’•

There he stood, the lonesome piper
On yon banks of that Bonny bay
And I heard his Scottish sounds from over the hills and far away
All dressed up with kilt and sporranÂ
Green and blue was his tartan clan
Whilst westerly winds blew across those valleys
Such eerie echoes from this Celtic man
The sounds of his pipes played in the distance
With the beat of drums to this traditional tune
And I swayed amidst that lull of the ocean
Underneath yon big, bright, beautiful moon…
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wonderful poemÂ
as always i
didnt sleep well
last nightÂ
Awww I am managing abit sleep every night in own room so I feel much better, sorry for you tho, its awful thru night 💕❤️💕
last night was theÂ
olny night i haventÂ
slept good this weekÂ
Awww thats ok then long as its not constant sleepless nights u b okay luv 💕❤️💕
Beautifully written. A really lovely poem x
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Love this...reminds me of when we went to the Royal Endingburough Tattoo and that lone piper playing on the castle walls at dusk...God...haunting it was...your poem gas reminded me x
Awwww yes I love a bagpiper me lol 🤣♥️♥️♥️