In the great green room...Moonshines from a little cottage on the edge
Thursday, August 14, 2008
The Pied Piper Called
She whispered my name, early one morning - or was it late one night - the breeze of her whisper flamed an old ember forgotten in a long lost dream. Down country lanes and echoing canyons, I trotted after the Pied Piper, hungry for the sweetness of her tune. She whistled her pipe and blew the the sound of the ocean into my ears. My heart quickened and off I fled, to follow the Pied Piper, over the mountains, under the trees, dancing along with all who heard her Pied Pipe.