I realized that I have never tried my own "The Piper" and decided I would. I know the rhymes aren't very good, this is the first version. Likely I will rewrite a better one soon. Please read and REVIEW! It will make my day.
Disclaimer:I am not, and never will be, LM Montgomery, nor do I pretend to be. The title and subject of this poem are hers, though the words are mine. I acknowledge that some of the ideas/phrases also are not mine, and are a reference to other war-poems.
The Piper
An eerie song floats o'er the trees,
A wild song that begs and pleas.
A crowd of people gather close
To see, watch, and heed the host.
Children, too, look up to a mist-filled sky,
To the Piper, playing by.
Suddenly children grow to men
Ever ready to answer when
The Piper's flute beckons on
To fight for today's tomorrow's dawn.
At home, women watch as futures deepen
While the path of danger steepens;
Men dying on a red-stained field,
After their last stand, whence they wield
A proud look of honor answered when
They were the Piper's, even then.
Please REVIEW!!!
hester