Poetry Break Booklet

McLeod ~N~Clear ©

William G. McLeod

Listen Up My Friends, For The Time Has Come For Me To Rise, For Me To Share With You My Name, Who I Am And Where It Is That I’m From So, You Know Just Who It Is, You’re Listening To The Names McLeod, And Let The Record Show That’s M – C – L – E – O – D AKA William G., If You Really Must Know ‘Cause If There Is No G . . .Assume It’s Not Me I Hale From New Jersey, The Town Of Edison That’s Where My Formative Years Were Spent Then Twenty-Nine Years In The Town Of Flemington It’s Villa Rica, GA, I Now Represent I’m A Son, Brother, Father, Great/Granddad A Nephew, Cousin, Spouse And Good Friend Was A Fantastic Coworker, The Best The Boss Ever Had And Very Patriarchal By Those, Considered Kin Grew Up In My Granddads Junk Yard, Down On Elliot Street Played With Wreckers And Booms And Even, Cutter Cars My Three Siblings And I Had Times That Can’t Be Beat No One’s Childhood Was Better In Junk, Than Ours Whether It Was High School, College, Workforce Or Life Everything I Did Was Steeped In Song For Weddings, Funerals, And To Encourage My Wife Which Made My Lyrical And Poetic Skills Quite Strong I’m Asked All The Time, “How Long You Been Singing?” My Answer To That Question, And I Quote At Birth When The Dr. Slapped Me, They Thought Tears I Would Be Bringing But, I Wasn’t Crying, I Was Singing My First, High C Note I’m A Singer, I’m A Poet, I’m A Lyricist, And Word Smith Writing Prose Is What I Do, Throughout The Year Whether Crafting Words For Music Or A Poetic Monolith When I Do What I Do, It Comes In . . . McLeod ~N~Clear