I Yam What I Yam

Today, I am writing an "I Am" poem. How very self-centered of me :-) Predictably, I am a piper.

I am a piper,

Such is my boast.

For years on years

Have learned my way

Around the notes

And gracings sweet;

Have learned to play,

And tune, and breathe,

Held wild music

In my hands

And marching

In my feet.

Have striven hard

To claim and master

The wild privilege 

Of a piper's art

Of setting fire

To the blood,

And flaming courage

To the heart.