Bewilderment , USA
Began in age of innocence, a time not long ago
a bit of insignificance, at least, at time, seemed so.
A purchase of some art supplies, some paper and some pens,
all stuff on which I'd had my eyes, since who knows how long, when,
another item caught my gaze, quite inadvertantly.
Was unacustomed in those days to such diversity.
The scope of it's magnificence was clearly quite a shock,
for there lay all my hopes and dreams displayed in one big box.
Its' lettering was bright and bold, which said you could be too,
a future waiting to unfold, for you, "Sir Rulian Blue".
Imagining I was this famous knight of fabled lore,
I parted with my hard earned cash, and headed for the door.
"Sir Rulian Blue" I would be called, defender to the throne.
I sketched great battle scenes in crayon, yet, somehow never honed,
the artists' skills I deeply wished to master, sad to say,
and so with little fanfare, I did put my crayons away.
The years in swift progression, passed quite unremarkably.
Lost count of the concessions made, achieved "maturity",
when out of nowhere struck a chord from some forgotten past,
"Sir Rulian" had found his sword to draw at long, long last.
Not pictures, with a childs hand, refrigerator bound,
were only words at his command, and this, his battleground.
"Sir Rulian Blue", a sequel to what couldn't express back then...
I picture him quite clearly now, distinctly, with a pen.
[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (11-06-2003 08:15 PM).]