I’LL BE HERE
As I walk down this dusty trail suddenly, I hear a sound, coming from nowhere – as music flooded the air.
It was the sound of bagpipes playing a solemn song from over the Hill.
I could not see, but it sounded like – “Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes or calling. From Glen to Glen, and down the mountainside”.
Then l heard a woman scream.
“But, come ye back when spring is in the meadow, and the valley is rich with snow. Because I’ll be here waiting. My baby, baby – boy”.
By Lenny Jaynes
