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Soon she’ll be leaving, her little dog too - Wiz


This morning so bleak, there are storms in the sky
As I pick up my brush and my can
Black and white visions now wandering by
Who me, you can just call me Stan

A painter of sorts though no portraits you see
For my talents are not for report
Besides everything looks much larger to me
Because I’m incredibly short

A munchkin I am, though not one you would know
Not part of the lollipop guild
No slippers or tutus for a ballet show
No famous positions I’ve filled

My boss is a man who lives quite far away
He’s one that not many have seen
A wizard who is the most wisest, they say
Though weird, if you know what I mean

Well, I’m off to work, I’ve got painting to do
There’s so many bricks in this road
But why paint them gray, such a drab colored hue
Must purchase this stuff by the load

When suddenly there falls a house from the air
The ground starts to rumble and twitch
I then hear a scream like a loud siren blare
Oh my, it fell right on the witch

Then just like a dream the whole village has changed
To colors so vivid and bright
As if everything has just been rearranged
And no longer is black and white

There are houses of red and flowers of blue
And now I’m an excited fellow
For these bricks I’ve been painting, now long over due
Aren’t gray, but a nice shade of yellow

The rest of this story I know is quite long
So I’ll skip right on up to the end
I know seeing colors just cannot be wrong
My thoughts I’m prepared to defend

I followed the road to a castle of green
It sparkled like emeralds spun
To ask of the wizard to honor this scene
And keep every color undone

For soon she’ll be leaving, her little dog too
They’ll soar in the heavens above
I think back to Kansas is what they will do
Back home to a place that they love

I hope that don’t mean, no it just can’t be right
That these colors will all disappear
And once more the village will be black and white
For that is the one thing I fear

“Oh Stan, do not worry, the colors will stay
And your paint, a bright yellow will be
For I see all the happiness now on display
And it shines a nice light down on me”

Then he said with a wink and a whimsical grin
That I took for a wizardly smirk
“A brand new brick road I’m about to begin
And it’s time that you went back to work”


10/29/18
Written for the Off To See The Wizard Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina

In the Movie, The Wizard of Oz, everything is filmed in Black and White until Dorothy’s house lands in Oz. Then everything is filmed in color.
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