Alone upon a hilltop, <br />Stood a piper boldly grand, <br />A soldier far away from home; <br />Scotland his homeland. <br />Sunset now behind him, <br />A lonely silhouette, <br />Hands upon the chanter, <br />So passionately set. <br />The finest of the finest, <br />The pride of Scotland’s best, <br />Black Watch Regimental medals, <br />Blazoned upon his chest, <br />Hot sun, not a hint of breeze, <br />To sway his pleated kilt. <br />His stoic comrade’s passion, <br />Would never ever wilt. <br />Troops standing at attention, <br />In the valley far below, <br />Heard the haunting melody, <br />As the tune began to flow. <br />“Amazing Grace how sweet the sound <br />That saved a wretch like me, <br />I once was lost but now am found, <br />Was blind but now I see” <br />In perfect rank and file they stood, <br />Firearms reversed and still. <br />Lamenting sound filled the air, <br />Pipes melancholy shrill. <br />That Piper in the dying light, <br />Piped as nere before, <br />Haunting melody of pipes, <br />Brought shivers to the core. <br />Proud Scots, courageous men, <br />True soldiers one and all, <br />Called to war by their King, <br />They answered to the call. <br />They had come to honor heroes, <br />Those who’d lost their lives, <br />Men who’d left behind <br />Parents, children, wives; <br />Tears welling in the eyes, <br />Of those courageous men. <br /> <br />When would the next man die? <br />Not who, or why… but when. <br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-the-lone-piper/
