Todd Duncan Tennyson
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When I was all of 4 or 5
I heard the pipes and it changed me forever
it was a glorious moment
you could hear them from long ways away
the sound grew and grew
swelling and rolling through the corners
of the little town i knew
past the church bell i pulled
when I was 4 years old
“give it all you’ve got”
said father bob
i pulled so hard
that it pulled me back on the upswing
a couple of feet off of the floor
father bob may have helped me pull
it down
he was a good and kind man
the pipes and brigade
would play
past the shops and the maples
until finally it was rimshots on snares in front of my face
cadence and drums and tartans
a feeling so strong and so much a part of me
I stood still and strong in honor of it all
my mother’s mother squeezed my hand so tight.
There was heritage and honor
there must be good in it I thought
“what song is this Nana?” I asked the old woman
“You stand still Toddy” she said.
she never said much of it beyond that
other than it was a part of me
“in my blood”
i didn’t argue with my grandmother
no one would dare
she was a rock
I am looking for my pipes and my kilt
I just want to wear my tartan again
& have some deaf neighbors
Is that too much to ask?
Must I have a war to fight to fly the colors in my heart?
I will wish and hope and pray
for the great colors to fly
White and blue and red
Blue and white on a gossamer sheen
And all of the good colors In between
With not a drop of blood from a young life shed
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