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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park, And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks. The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine, And the hummingbirds were in bliss, with their tour of daytime. Ducks upon the cool clear lake, gaily uttered the solitary word, As the thunder retains the only sound, that it has ever mastered! The beautiful butterfly frenzy, was from bloom to bush to tree, In appreciation of green freshness, and sunshine's golden glory. I ate my lunch amid quiet scenery, while sitting in orange sun, Then rising I slowly took my leave, when eventually I was done. My next stop was the local library, for some pleasurable reading, For to close a terrific day, it's a splendid book you're needing! The book I chose was The Iliad, by the ancient blind poet Homer, And it was a perfect lazy Sunday, to become a history roamer. I opened the book with delight, and I savored the initial line, So evocatively beautiful, coming past the ages like fine wine! "Sing, oh goddess..." the poet enthusiastically, feelingly said, And I continued the saga, until each captivating line was read. Like a nature lover who wanders, through many an avenue of trees, Looking for those rainbow blossoms, along the paths of the bees! Evening shadows had become long, so I at last arose to go home, And a more peaceful happy day, I believed that I had never known. With a sigh I opened the door, before stepping into peculiarity, For there was no sign of familiar city, not as far as I could see! Instead I saw only structures, in the style of an ancient Greece, And where the library once had stood, was now a lagoon with geese. With no means of returning, I resolved to explore the old town, Because all one can do is to live, until the red sun goes down! As I walked along the dusty road, I saw people here and there, And found I knew their language, as birds somehow grasp the air. I seemed to be in a village, with houses of mud bricks and wood, And when I noticed I wore a chiton, I knew this was for the good. I saw orchards of pear and apple, and olives thyme and fig trees, And masses of blooms all over, scents wafting easily on breeze. At last I came to the meeting ground, which was called an agora, And with lots of people milling about, it had a busy, happy aura. As I wove among the chatting crowd, I saw many things for sale, And the childern ran laughing, in the sunshine which prevailed. I was basking in the festive mood, when I heard a riveting sound, "Sing, O goddess," said a powerful voice, as I wildly spun around! There in a corner of the square, a blind man sat beneath his tree, Enchanting a crowd of rapt listeners, with tales of ancient history. This was unthinkable to miss, so I casually went over and sat down, But with a rapidly beating heart, and I was entranced until sundown! As the people began to rise and leave, I walked over and said hello, To one I never could've chanced to meet, just a scant few days ago. At the sound of my elated voice, Homer turned his attention to me, And I said I loved his thrilling tale, so full of danger and glory! After he'd graciously thanked me, he said storytelling was his life, And it was also a means of remembering, of recording joys and strife. But how is it possible, I asked, to recollect in such minute detail, When even mighty proficient Nature, each year sees the flowers fail? He said that with years of practice, one becomes exceedingly adept, Until at last he finally possesses, the house where memory is kept. But where did the stories originate, I asked with my heart in my mouth? Then after a most mysterious pause, Homer simply said, "From the south." The twilight was growing deeper, so at last we said our fond goodbyes, And I dauntlessly tried to make my way home, under the darkening skies! When I finally heard honking geese, I knew I was again at the lagoon, And I stood there pondering my fate, under the silvery ancient moon. But suddenly slipping upon a wet rock, into that very lagoon I splashed, And after a momentary blackness, upon the library floor I was then cast. Fortunately there was no one about, so there was no need to explain, Just as nature never needs to clarify, the transient sunshiny rain! I knew it had been a day of magic, with my passages through a portal, And I'd had adventures in time, yet unexperienced by another mortal. So home to sweetest dreams I went, with memories to last for all time, And they'd be valued long like Homer's, or at least for my lifetime!
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