My October Song.


If one could form a rhythm
from the crackling of the leaves,
and catch the whistling noises
of winds howling in the eaves.


Capture echoes of Summer
from wind chimes in the breeze,
let the crispness of the season
inspire lyrics that will please


Stand close beside a pristine lake,
reflecting Summer's end,
cast pebbles splashing, plink, plank, plunk
let each whoosh and sound wave blend.


Don't forget those banging shutters
as chill winds begin to blow,
plus the rat-tat-tat of rainy days
on all the roofs below.


Let the trumpet honks of geese above
join in as they fly south,
plus the chattering of squirrels
out gathering acorns in their mouth.


Then you just might have a melody
to savor all year long,
granting melancholy memories
to my sweet October song.

MFB III Productions
ArtWhimsically Yours Studio,




MFB--
HERE’S MY TAKE ON YOUR LYRIC IN (CAPS)--
JUST THINKING OUT LOUD--JMHO


FEELS GOOD TO BE ALIVE
© 2010 MFBIII

V1
I CAN HEAR NATURE’S rhythm
SOUNDS OF DRY crackling leaves,
THEY MAKE SOFT whistling noises
FILTERING THROUGH the TREES.

RISE
FEELS good to be alive.

CH1
I HEAR Echoes OF FADING SUMMER
COOL NIGHTS AND NORTHERN breezeS,
I Stand beside a SHIMMERING lake,
COLORS reflect DEEP PURPLE SHADES.

V2
I HEAR THOSE banging shutters
A CANADIAN WIND beginS to blow,
THEN THE PELTING RAIN DROPS
BOUNCE on TIN roofs below.

RISE
FEELS good to be alive.

CH2
GEESE HONK WITH URGENT TONES
AS THEY come together flying south,
Climbing chattering gray squirrels
ARE gathering acorns in their mouth.

RISE
FEELS good to be alive.

OUTRO
I HEAR nature's melody
Sends a shiver through me.

FEELS good to be alive.






Last edited by MFB III; 11/11/10 03:40 AM.