Sharp and crisp,
the snares snap, metre regimented;
percussion marks the step and time.
Bellows inflate, prepared to begin the reel.
Tartan-clad and kilted, pipers wail
the prevailing wind providing
a drone familiar and hypnotic.
Marching in haulting steps, lines
straight and symmetrical.
The snare snaps, we are regiment;
a company sharp and crisp.