A Starry Sunny Day

Day 8 prompt was to rewrite a famous poem. I chosen “Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)” by Don McLean and so created a parody. Could probably make more changes yet.

A Starry Sunny Day

Sunny sunny day
Paint your palette with springtime May
Sit for a while and let’s just stay
Within the light we have to share right now

Lounging on the hills
A landscape view of daffodils
A summer breeze and we just chill
In the rainbow, of the countryside

Now I understand.
What living my life should be.
Together with my family
Sharing love, for after all it’s free
I’d give more, but I don’t know how
I want to share it now

Sunny sunny day
Petals dance in a blissful haze
Reflections of sunshine rays
Beneath a sky of ocean blue

Like a dream come true
My children’s laughter in my ear
I fear this time will disappear
I hold tight with a mothers hand

Now I understand
What living my life should be
Together with my family
Sharing love, for after all it’s free
I’d give more, but I don’t know how
I want to share it now

For I really do love you
Built up feelings in my heart are true
And when you are far away
I think of you,
on that sunny sunny day
You gave me love as life can do
Our hearts combined
And our worlds did too
On that lovely summers day

Like lovers who’ve just met
Our hands intwined bonded by our fate
Forever sharing moments we would take
We lie and watch the sky go by

Now I understand
What living my life should be
Together with my family
Sharing love, for after all it’s free
I’d gave it you, now I know how
We want to share it now

By Katie Haigh
copyrighted@K.Haigh 08/04/14

“Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)” Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn and bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

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Photograph by Katie Haigh

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