Famous lady will you come with me, <br /> I would like to show you something. <br /> Put on an ugly hat and glasses, <br /> not meant to flatter you, <br /> disguise your voice a little bit, <br />... just don't put away that smile. <br /> <br /> South of town and then some, <br /> beneath a little piece of sky, <br /> in the middle of a great big chunk of quiet, <br /> there is a virgin-almost lake that I would like to show you. <br /> <br /> I believe that the moon is bigger there, <br /> or maybe the reflection makes it seem that way, <br /> it does not know about your fame, <br /> and it truely does not care. <br /> <br /> Your eyes will gather stars like they have not done in years, <br /> and your ears will be befuddled by the quiet, <br /> Your lungs will breathe night air so pure that you will <br /> wonder how you got along without it. <br /> The breeze will touch your hair so softly that it tickles you inside, <br /> although it is slightly something else... <br /> There is just one way to say it... <br /> drink in the breeze and breathe the view, <br /> that you only know from home! <br /> <br /> So, let that smile loose, <br /> take off those ugly glasses, <br /> remove that frumpy hat, <br /> and sing for all you're worth! <br /> <br /> I hope that you don't mind, if I sit back and grin, <br /> being pleased that you enjoyed this gift!<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-present-4/
