Somewhere in a far off distant land

resides the character known as the man what am

A strange and mysterious person he is for sure

as both his origin and purpose remain obscure.

All dressed in grey with hair of white

When seen in public he is quite a sight

  He most often appears in the village square

With children converging from everywhere

He entertains with stories and songs

While the children listen and sing along

He taps his foot, never a beat to miss

His song is simple and goes like this

$ I am the man what am, I am $

  $ Of that you can be sure $

$ I’ve lived a thousand years or more $

$ A fact one can’t ignore $

$ My ears can hear an angel’s sigh $

$ My eyes can see through steel $

$ I’ve ridden rainbows across the sky $

$ And given birth to the beau ideal $

$ My father was the sun my mother the moon $

$ The sky my cradle at birth $

$ I fear not death as I am immune $

$ I am one with this place called Earth   $

 $ So listen to my song and dream of sweet jam $

$ And we’ll fill this world with mirth $

$ And with that thought in mind dear friends $

$ So ends this song of the man what am $

Once when a child brought forth an injured bird

All were amazed as a miracle occurred

The man what am took the bird in hand

And whispered words no one could understand

He raised his hand and held the bird on high

And it took flight in the evening sky

   The bird soared and swooped wings strong and stout

It was a magic sight there was no doubt 

As was his way as the sun began to set

He would fade into the shadows like a silhouette

His white hair flowing as he bids goodbye to them

All left in awe of the man what am

©Copyright Charlie Gragg June 8, 2010