A travelled man..a tribute to Mike Lyon.
I’VE BEEN A TRAVELING MAN EVEN BEFORE I WAS BORN
IT MATTERED NOT, A STORMY NIGHT OR A SUNNY MORN
A MONUMENTAL JOURNEY THAT WAS LIFE ITSELF
FOR NINE MONTHS I WRIGGLED AND THRASHED AND MADE MYSELF FELT
I WELCOMED THE WORLD, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND
I ANNOUNCED MY PRESENCE WITH MY OWN PERSONAL SOUND
I EXPLORED THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE WORLD
IT GAVE ME THE INSPIRATION FOR THE LIFE I WOULD MOULD
MY KNOWLEDGE I HAD TO PROVE….CONFIRM
I MADE USE OF EVERY SCHOOL AND COLEGE TERM
THE MELODIES AND NOTES THAT HELPED MY MIND TO TICK
I ENVOKED SOME OF MY OWN WITH MY GUITAR PICK
THE LEGACY THAT IS MY OFFSPRING I WILL NEVER SURPASS
AS THEY DO ME PROUD AND STRIVE TO THE TOP OF THE CLASS
FATE HAS SENT ME TO THE RIGHT SCHOOL, I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS TO MEET MY WIFE
THE UPS AND DOWNS, WORRY AND JOYS
I WASN’T TO KNOW SHE WOULD BE WITH ME TO THE END OF MY LIFE
I LET OUT A SECRET..OF THE PLACE IN CORNWALL I NAMED AFTER ME,
LYON POINT [ SMILE]
FOR WITH THAT NAME YOU KNOW ITS NO SLEEZY JOINT.
I BADE FAREWELL TO MY FRIENDS WHO I KNOW LOVE ME
ON MY FINAL JOURNEY, FAREWLL AGAIN AS IT WONT BE BY LAND OR SEA.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
12.09.2011.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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