Eerie stirrings in reedy beds
The watery depths holding pipers in yonder voes
Charging bulls run with musics charm
A crescendo of Tartan kilts harnessing all asunder
Celtic music played in many instruments
Calm sleep day
Birdsong, windy leaves
Lift soul brave
Raw harsh demand
Rise, rise and stand
This is life and beauty
Motorbike engine roar
Every day, a bagpiper stands outside our neighborhood Covid Testing Centre and plays for the people waiting in line. I reckoned this old poem was short, sweet, and perfect for Canada Day 2020.
Bagpipes wail in sorrow,
This man will not wake tomorrow.
— The End —