Contributor: Stacy Maddox

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In the first week
Of September's arrival
I started listening for
The lonely mourning sounds
Of Scotland's bagpipes

From across the park
I had waited weeks to hear
The sole musician
Only to realize one day
He wasn't coming after all

I missed him
It had been too long
Since last I felt the sorrow
Drawing my wanderlust spirit
To another time and place

The steady rain tonight
Reminds me of what
His far-away home
Must have been like
In his notes and melodies

How I long to see
The heather that he speaks
So fondly of lying upon
His kilt a warm blanket
In the rare sunlight

I wish to immerse myself
In linns and lochs of mystery
He has built his life around
Bathe in the cool waters
Of healing and promise

Doorways of abandoned castles
Hold deep secrets for me
Where once heroic kings
And beautiful queens once roamed
The dark and cold hallways

How different his world.
Will always be from mine.
But his song will always
Inspire me to dream
Of memories from his past


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Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. She loves to soak up the sun by the river and feel the rush of water over her feet while spending time with her family and pets. Stacy has been published in over 15 books, print magazines and online websites. She has been passionate about Art in any form for over 30 years.