Brave Highland Heart

Governor General's Award for Children's Literature - Illustration nominee, 1999

Whenever my father puffs out his cheeks and plays the bagpipes, my brothers go to visit a friend Our dog creeps under the bed, the horses flatten their ears, the hens cluck And I cover my ears

But one special night everyone listened when my father played his pipes

For the youngest member in the family, the ceilidh is almost spoiled She has been judged old enough to...
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Governor General's Award for Children's Literature - Illustration nominee, 1999

Whenever my father puffs out his cheeks and plays the bagpipes, my brothers go to visit a friend Our dog creeps under the bed, the horses flatten their ears, the hens cluck And I cover my ears

But one special night everyone listened when my father played his pipes

For the youngest member in the family, the ceilidh is almost spoiled She has been judged old enough to help, but too young to stay up like her brothers, or wear a kilt, or dance until dawn

But when the bagpipes sound from the far hills she is there - hiding in the hay - watching, listening

And on a night twinkling with fireflies, one small girl's brave Highland heart responds to her father and the ancient spell his music weaves