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The Piper's Children
Saturday, March 27, 2004The Piper’s Children by Cindy Lynn Speer “…and they were never seen again.” – from The Pied Piper The woods are dark and deep, but the blackness, and bleakness, bother me no longer. It did when I first entered them. I was seven and the music, that lovely sound, gentle and coaxing like a warm river, lead us all. We were leaves, spinning and turning on that magic current… But without warning the music was gone, leaving us empty, abandoned and hopeless. I found a wide stream and I waited for the music to come again. If I wait long enough, maybe he’ll relent, lift his pipe to his lips and that beautiful tide will return. It will rise and flow and take us home. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 7:09 PM 0 comments |