"Our Time of Troubles... commenced with the catastrophic events of the year of 1914... Our civilization has just begun to recover." - Arnold Toynbee

Monday, October 7, 2024

Ode to a Nameless Piper

A MacDonald of Glencoe (McIan), from The Clans of the Scottish Highlands (1845); wikipedia.
 

A piper ne’er tires of his host
Who ofttimes serves him beer and roast,
For hearty tunes he’s played a’fore,
To greet the guests before the door.

For coins of gold and silver none —
His wealth’s not in purse or silken spun.
He rather lives for voices at the gate,
And smiles in hall and at table late.

But for a bed and dear friends amassed,
He’d live and love and die at last.
So, loosing oft’ his pipe from tether,
He stoops and doffs his cap and feather.

(Not as good at Scott - but the sentiment of The Lay of the Last Minstrel is there.)

Friday, July 5, 2024

Hexham














micro-frog

Pulled up in the Traveler's Rest






An American flag which I hoisted up in honor of Independence Day.