Treasure Island

Ruth Walters

(London, U.K.)

Band on the roof


Out of their offices people came running,
men in dark suits and ladies in Macs.
Some of them stumbling, some of them screaming,
some of them clapping and some holding back.


Running towards the block where it came from,
high on a rooftop, as if from the Gods.
The Beatles were playing our favourite music,
uniting the town, yes even the toffs.


Boredom faded as hearts seemed to dance
down the wet pavements where young girls all pranced.
Watching the rooftop for signs of the band
all feeling the love, yes imagine that!


Imagine the moment, all out of the blue
where stress seemed to vanish
right down London's tubes.
Melodies rang out and drums hit the beat


to uplift our spirits and also our feet.
The Liverpool four, how little they knew
that they'd made us so happy, if just for a while
and if I should live to be 92,


I'll always remember the band on the roof.

Submitted: Saturday, September 11, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, September 18, 2012

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  • Danny Draper (9/17/2012 5:34:00 AM)

    A lovely memory and raw emotional happiness for such an original event. Often copied, never bettered. Music that was accessible and delightful. (Report) Reply

  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (10/1/2010 8:32:00 PM)

    you're a fan of the beatles? ? ?

    looking at the way your organized and wrote the poem, i can see no error or anything. This means this is well-penned. (Report) Reply

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