SCOTLAND'S GLORY

Jan 28, 1997

The sound of the bagpipe echoes.....
Echoes through the deep, green valleys.
The crystal lakes quiver by the cool wind's touch,
As the overcast sky lets loose with the delicate rain.

Still untouched by modern man,
Her lush, green hills remain pristine.
Clear mountain streams run to the deep ribbon lochs,
And mists gently dim the northern sun's radiance.

Northern rocky mountains, and southern heather hills,
Western coastal bluffs, and eastern inlets from the sea.
The spirit of her ruggedness only magnifies her beauty,
The legacy of her people only magnifies her eminence.

Resilient and beautiful, emobodied in her own violet thistle,
Many have hoped to possess her, but felt her prick instead.
Scotland's bloom will never wither,
Neither shall she ever fall.

Through time and battles, blood and honor shield her glory,
As the clansmen clash in their violent dance for freedom.
Listen in the deep, green valleys: for this story is told when,
...the sound of the bagpipe echoes!