The Pipes


I hear you call my name through

the mists over time

I can feel your every beat flowing

through me.


I followed the pipes as the music

filled my soul

through the ages

from the beginning to

the end

I hear it calling me.


A dance to twirl about with your

skirts flying high

or a dance to march to war filling

every soldier with the inspiring

battle cry.


The beginning to the end

I feel you calling me...

from heartland to homeland

you fill me with such spirit

I feel so alive.


The wind in my face as I

as I face the long shore

the sun shinning from above

in this moment I am one

I am one...


Lee-Anne the Free


© by ~Lee-Anne Peters~