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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The piper plays his clans lament.Story poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On cold grey days, a piper plays<br> his pibroch on the battlements.<br>Clad in the garb of bygone days.<br>He proudly plays his clans lament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From down below he can be seen<br> but no one knows who he might be<br> A misty figure on the scene<br>Bewailing his clan’s history.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swank young men who fought and died<br> in foreign wars far from their home<br>their sacrifice can’t be denied.<br>He bids their long dead spirits come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come back braw lads where ye belong<br>Ye have been far too long away.<br>He guides them home a mighty throng.<br>His bounden duty is to play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should you attempt to draw too near<br> all you will find is empty space.<br> The piper simply disappears.<br>No one has ever seen his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The locals know and understand<br>He too is dead another ghost<br>Who still obeys his last command<br> a phantom who sticks to his post.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sight the tourists come to see<br> and vainly try to photograph.<br>of course they cannot possibly.<br>Their efforts make the locals laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On certain days the piper plays<br> the tourists have to make their choice<br>Though most arrive on sunlit days<br> if he appears they will rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have more chance on sad grey days<br> to see the piper through the mist.<br>the locals know the piper’s ways.<br>The legend cannot be dismissed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The experts may explain away<br> the ghostly figure. which appears.<br> But can’t account in any way<br> for the lament which they can hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they pretend it is the wind<br>a rather silly thing to do.<br> All experts have a tight closed mind<br> and can’t accept the story’s true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I disregard the experts view<br> for I have seen and I have heard.<br> and know that others have done too<br>Expert opinions are absurd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why can’t the learned fools accept<br>the piper’s presence as a fact.<br>Their explanations are inept.<br> Forgive me for my lack of tact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I can forgive stupidity<br>Ignorance is an excuse.<br>I state my case with clarity<br> most experts are of little use</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside their field of expertise.<br>I much prefer the locals view<br>The piper’s visits will not cease<br> until he has good reason to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17/06/2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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 his pibroch on the battlements.
Clad in the garb of bygone days.
He proudly plays his clans lament.

From down below he can be seen
 but no one knows who he might be
 A misty figure on the scene
Bewailing his clan..."></div>
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