8x10 acrylic on stretched canvas
A painting I did of my husband at Grandfather Mountain, North Carolina.
I removed most of the background junk from the festival.
A Bagpiper's Wife
By Julie McElhinney
When first I wed him so long ago
I did not know the price,
That would come along the path I chose
To become a bagpiper's wife.
Long nights of practice would ensue
A squawking chanter in my life,
Ear plugs soon became my friend
When I became a bagpiper's wife.
Soon I was a cunning Celtic connoisseur
No longer filled with sorrow and strife,
And I held my head up so high
A quite proud bagpiper's wife.
For when he dons his kilt and sporran
And strikes his drones with pride,
I know I made the best decision
To become a bagpiper's bride.
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