THE NARRATIVE POEM OF THE PIPED PIPER OF HAMELIN

I heard the music, sweet, soft music.

It rattled though my brain.

Before I knew what I was doing I was out on the streets

Skipping, clapping, singing and dancing.

There were billons of children behind me

Some I knew and some I didn’t

But we were all singing and dancing.

I followed a man with a flute;

He was the one behind the genius of music.

We followed the man with the flute out of town,

Still singing and dancing

Where we were going I didn’t know,

But all that mattered was the music,

That sweet, elegant music.

My happiness was enwrapped by the sound of clattering and pattering feet on the walk way.

I wondered how far we had gone

But all that mattered was that music

That sweet, elegant music.

By

Angelica Pogoson