At the sound of bagpipes, Scotsmen rise as one to wave, cheer and clap. The hearts of many a countrymen can be moved to tears. Not this Scottish lass.
When I visited Scotland, I looked forward to explore all aspects of my Scottish heritage. We visited castles, cathedrals from the middle ages, kilts and bagpipes.I enjoyed all of them, in moderation!
I became accustomed to hearing a piper on many street corners dressed in full Highland garb. I started to equate the whine of the pipes to the drone of an insect, it was eveywhere.
On a ferry boat ride to one of the Highland’s outer islands, I heard a sound that I perceived as piped in bagpipe music. My husband laughed and told me I was hearing a squeaky hatch.
I will admit that I have a hearing loss, but, I always heard those bagpipes loud and clear.
I did bring a CD of bagpipe and drum marching songs to my Dad. He loved it. Maybe I am too distant from the homeland.
So on this National bagpipe appreciation Day, I will listen again to the pipes with a shot of the Scottish wiskey. I am sure both will complement each other.
Scottish men love their kilts.
They have work kilts in browns and grey.
Mechanics put on coveralls
to protect their kilts.
On the way to the football match,
kilts are worm with team shirts and boots.
Even in the countryside, older mem,
cling to their kilts,
In a breeze , they may be exposed.
For kilts have nothing underneath,
except what nature gave.