"I've heard the lonely pipes of Scotland,
Many times in my dreams,
I've seen the land of my ancestors,
The bright colors of the tartans,
The lively swing of the kilt,
Sending my minds eye back,
To the place my ancestors knelt.
Rather in a castle, built for a king,
Or in a garden, which grew everything.
I have been given a gift to find them,
So when I claim each one,
I become a witness to great battles and loves.
The courage and strength of a family,
to which time and destiny has smiled upon."
Copyright 2012 - Christine McClintock Hudspeth
American Writer and Photographer