I remember a wizardry Fella
As a child I recall the book of Old Yeller
It was those poetry letters starting with T
Then it was the creation all coming from me
A once Homeless man alone on the street
It was his courage being his own mystique
Many words told a marvelous story
One could only imagine as there was plenty of glory
A Homeless man determined to overcome his plight
As the street lamps were his light
He wasn’t taking questions of why
The Homeless man just held up his head being high
Every call to his movement was his action in appreciation
The Homeless man was alive being his own lesson of education being nothing more than pure indication
Yet it took a lot of determined persuasion
A young boy who saved a woman’s life
The young boy was his own advice
A car accident took place
The young boy thought he better keep up the pace
Time was steadily moving
The car was starting to catch on fire
The rescue attempt was full of anguish and desire
The young boy carefully pulled the woman from the car
He moved swiftly so he would be far
Not a moment too soon as the car exploded in doom
The house with only doors
Many intruders who tried to explore
All the dangers that were ignored
Many intruders were loss in the house forever
However what was found in the house was raging mouse
Dangers being a warning
Stories that have their own flow
Details of dialogue being slow
The storybook poetry cellar
Found once upon a time
It was all the words that were combined.