I took my easel off the road
To the meadows chirping green
Hills of receding blue echoed
In the quiet watercolor stream
A drop of rain fell on a whim
It hit my work and pulled me in
Just like a bird upon a limb
That faded into the cerulean
I mixed sienna to a richer rust
And thickened the road with muck
It hadn't dried to a lighter dust
When a lady bug got stuck
Lady bug on my wet paint
Took a step and sunk right in
Like my car it was quaint
But faded into oblivion
I had a car
Color it carmine
A fugitive hue
It looked like a bug
I left my car when it bit the dust
On the verge of falling apart
But freed the bug from the canvas
To prove that life can transcend art
There were places I meant to go
The day I slammed that rusted door
I still recall how it startled a crow
Into a realm I've yet to explore
© 1996 Stefan des Lauriers
IF I WERE A NASTY LITTLE CLOUD
If I were a nasty little cloud
And could go anywhere I wanted
I’d descend upon the forest
And make the trees look haunted
O
it’s so much fun to block the sun
To
rain down and watch them run
Soon
as the fun’s begun you’re done
Cause
when a cloud done it’s done
If I were a nasty little cloud
And had a mind to be made
I’d look for the marching clowns
And I’d rain on their parade
O
it’s so much fun to block the sun
To
rain down and watch them run…
If I were a nasty little cloud
And could move with my own power
I’d look for a wedding outdoors
And give them a bridal shower
O
it’s so much fun to block the sun
To
rain down and watch them run…
When clouds put on a nasty show
The punishment is quite severe
They get banished to the world below
But in time they will reappear
©1996 Stefan des Lauriers
HERO WITH THE WING THE WING
The “Crop Duster” on his plane was spelled with an “A,”
His farmhouse was sparse ‘cept for a poster by Paul Klee:
It was “Hero With the Wing” many times I asked him why
He identified with a man so rooted only dreaming of the sky
“I’m just a paradox,” he said, “Someday I’ll tell you why –
Someday I’ll shake the dust off these wings and fly"
“Pesticide is ‘Globicide,’” — Gave up crop dusting in the 80’s
Thought he’d die of cancer but he had COPD.
Sits by his bed and waits for the nurse twice a week
Joked he had no voice, “To speak of so to speak…”
“I’m just a paradox,” he said, “Someday I’ll tell you why –
Someday I’ll shake the dust off these wings and fly"
The “Crop Duster” on his plane was spelled with an “A,”
His farmhouse was sparse ‘cept for a poster by Paul Klee:
It was “Hero With the Wing” many times I asked him why
He identified with a man so rooted only dreaming of the sky
“I’m just a paradox,” he said, “Someday I’ll tell you why –
Someday I’ll shake the dust off these wings and fly"
“Pesticide is ‘Globicide,’” — Gave up crop dusting in the 80’s
Thought he’d die of cancer but he had COPD.
Sits by his bed and waits for the nurse twice a week
Joked he had no voice, “To speak of so to speak…”
“I’m just a paradox,” he said, “Someday I’ll tell you why –
Someday I’ll shake the dust off these wings and fly"
The hundred-year flood came 95 years too soon
Went out to the barn — for a cane he took a broom
Dusted the crap off the wings and opened the barn door
Hay was flying everywhere as he made the engine roar
“I’m just a paradox,” he said, “Someday I’ll tell you why –
Someday I’ll shake the dust off these wings and fly"
Heading for the coast he would take one last drink
And saw a stranded school bus full of kids on the brink
So he radioed it in and headed out to ditch in the sea
“It’s easy to forget you’re low on fuel…
When
Someday I’ll shake the dust off these wings and fly"
Heading for the coast he would take one last drink
And saw a stranded school bus full of kids on the brink
So he radioed it in and headed out to ditch in the sea
“It’s easy to forget you’re low on fuel…
When
you’re
an
old
fool
like
me.
© 2011 Stefan des Lauriers
old
fool
like
me.
© 2011 Stefan des Lauriers
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