Story Man

If I have a theme song, this might be it,

I am a story man
Riding through the sky
In search of a story
In the great far and wide

Over the horizon
A distance away
A feast of stories
On a table they lay

When I take a bite
Of a Once-upon-a-time
Will it be a main course
With the finest of wines

Or an appetizer
Or the just desserts
Will it be a romance
With its own little quirk

Will it be the sweeter
Or will it be bitter
Will it be a summer
Or will it be winter

Will it have a desert
Or a walk in the snow
Will there be a fire
Wherever I go

Will it have a monster
A Mister Cyclops
Or a boy named Jack
Doing the beanstalk hop

Or a Cinderella
Who lost a shoe
At the Midnight Ball
Oh my, what could she do?

Many are the stories
The Once-upon-a-times
So choose one or two
And follow their rhymes

To laugher and tears
And ice cream cakes
In a land of wonder
So come fill your plate

I am a story man
Riding through the sky
In search of a story
In the great far and wide

A Perfect Life of Sevens

Another pickin’ and grinnin’ lyric.

Seven bridges under a blue sky
Seven days till tomorrow
Seven angels to watch over us
Seven roses ’bout to grow

Seven wishes hidden in a well
Seven faeries left last May
Seven dancers and their seven songs
Seven guitarristas play.

Every day, every night
As we rise for flight
Our dreams lift us on our way

Above the blues and greens
And the colors in between
We fly along our way

Seven stones ripple ‘cross the water
Seven stars kiss the moon
Seven stories needing to be told
Some come later, some come soon

Seven winters and their snowy fields
Seven summers almost heaven
Seven autumns and seven springs
Just a perfect life of sevens.

Every day, every night
As we rise for flight
Our dreams lift us on our way

Above the blues and greens
And the colors in between
We fly along our way.

Poem for the day: Leaves

Occasionally I post a little something extra just for my readers’ entertainment. I thought this poem would be good for starting off the fall season. This poem started off when I was watching a movie. There was a scene of the main character walking down a pathway. The road was surrounded by trees. it was autumn and all the the leaves were yellow and red and orange. The setting was just a piece de resistance for the eye. 

yellow and gold
leaves float
ships upon air
breezes blow
onto the path
of winter
and snow
toward spring
and green

haiku for the day: autumn poem

Autumn is here. Has been since September and winter is creeping up on us. Soon December will come and we’ll be into winter. There is a certain sadness from the trees this time of year as they ready for the coming season. Even here in Florida, the trees shed their leaves. Nature prepares for the up-and-coming. The birds fly south. The squirrels gather up as many nuts as they can, storing them for the coming days of less. And it’s time we pull out our winter clothes. 

leaf loose and falling
drifting toward earth below
till no more a leaf