Long, long, long, long ago,
There lived a man named Santiago
He loved to play his pipe day long,
By the rivulet and hill along.
The tune of the pipe filled the air,
Nature the listener, human a rare!
With its melody danced the trees,
The brooklet stopped going freeze.
The sky remained azure always,
The Sun could not withdraw his rays.
He had nothing to have there,
Squirrels cracked nuts to share.
The song birds singing moved around,
Keeping in pace with his lovely sound.
Happy was the man Santiago,
He lived there long, long ago.
A lovely urban legend well articulated and nicely penned. It's a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MZANSI AND THE BALLOT BOX.
So lovely...I read and read it more than twice.....a leaf of writing picked..Thanks for sharing
Happy is this guy.lives in his own world, plays pipe and nature plays along.he gives us a message, we don't need pots full of money to be happy, all we need is desire to be happy (and something we love to do-even though no one else likes it- so we don't end up doing bad things!) no one forces us to be sad or happy, it's what we choose to be.
Squirrels cracked nuts to share. The song birds singing moved around, Keeping in pace with his lovely sound........beautiful description..lovely poetic diction.. thank u dear poetess , , tony
Very happy to read this.Good work!
With its melody danced the trees, The brooklet stopped going freeze. The sky remained azure always, The Sun could not withdraw his rays. the beauty of the music played by a simple soul in Santiago. Beautiful poem of nature and love. thank you. tony
What a beautiful poem is it!
Thank you A.J
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
nature's rhythem told in music and poetry..lovely poem...