Story's/Poems In Rhyme

• Little Butterfly...

I shall not forget the story

Of the little butterfly

Who had wit to wonder why...

She had been so blest by heaven

To live life within a small garden...

To live life where flowers bloom,

Colourful and Eden-fair,

And where there is sweet perfume

Ever present in the air.

I shall not forget the story

But shall answer with a sigh:

Some are born to be so lucky;

Some are not, dear butterfly.

• Seven Horses...

I shall not forget the story

Of the seven horses who

Banded underneath the blue...

Of a sky so broad and tall,

They in flesh and blood seemed small.

They seemed tiny from above,

Ant-like from the mountaintop.

But they ran for life and love,

As if it were sin to stop...

As if they were bound for glory.

It was said the hills grew awed.

I shall not forget the story.

Theirs was dust that rose toward God.

• Eagle in the Sky...

I shall not forget the story

Of the eagle in the sky

Who rose ever onward high...

To look down upon the earth

And find reason for his birth...

And find reason why one morning

Life broke forth into the light.

It was said that on each wing

Glowed a feather in the night.

I shall not forget the story.

Though it is all things must die,

There comes heaven-given glory

To the soul who dares to fly.

• Flower on the Lawn...

I shall not forget the story

Of the flower on the lawn

Who felt loss when stars were gone...

And sought heaven for the grace

To begin to take their place...

To, in simple elegance,

Sparkle with the fallen dew.

Through an act of Providence,

By next sunrise there were two.

I shall not forget the story

Of the flower of the dawn

Who became the morning glory

And whose progeny blooms on.

Star Up in the Sky

I shall not forget the story

Of the star up in the sky

Who could only give a sigh...

For his glimmer was too dim

For the world to notice him...

Though his countenance was brilliant,

Not unlike the sun at day,

All in all magnificent.

He was just too far away.

I shall not forget the story.

It was said his light shone on

In renown less utter glory

Every earthly night till dawn.

• Tiny Island...

I shall not forget the story 

Of the tiny island who,

Learned to love the colour blue...

For she was surrounded by 

Sea and overhead was sky.

For the reason of the puffy,

Clouds that came and went at day,

It was said she gracefully 

Learned to love the shades of grey.

I shall not forget the story at all.

Even gold she learned to love,

For the reason of the many 

Stars that shone at night above.

• Time Spent Regally

Something like a king am I,

Sitting here awaiting winter,

Looking up at still another

Common passer-by

Who might for my crown contend,

Hoping to my throne ascend.

This is time spent regally,

Sitting here beside a river,

Watching autumn leaves on water

Float their way to sea

(Or at least beyond the bends).

There is where dominion ends.

I shall not forget the story.

• Caterpillar Who Found Peace.

I shall not forget the story

Of the caterpillar who

Found her peace, as if she knew...

She would someday grace the sky

As a lovely butterfly...

And would someday sip sweet nectar.

It was said her faith was one

That allowed her heart a longer

Lofty moment in the sun.