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A STAIRWAY TO THE STARS

(In memory of Franklyn “Jackie Fyah” Hixon, dec. 16Mar2014)

Shirley Spycalla

 I stood and stared at the tower of stones

From the roadside across the way

He’d tried to get me to climb with him

But I’d denied him the pleasure that day.

 

Counting floors, six in all

I caught a fleeting glimpse of the man

Up on the sixth floor way up high

His merry laugh said “Yes I can!”

 

He’d knowingly broken the housing codes

By building a tower so high

With river stones in a balancing act

Yet the seventh floor he would try

House before collapse

House before collapse

 

I constantly warned, “Fyah, please don’t,

Your Stone House is not secure”

But no island law could stop the man

He wanted just one story more

 

“Why, Fyah, why seven?” I asked

Calling to him from afar

“Because I’m building my stairway” he said

“My stairway to the stars.”

 

That Sunday in March I’ll never forget

T’was the day the earth stood still

The Stone Tower had fallen down

The builder inside for to kill

 

 

A single tear fell from his eyes

As he took his final breath

His body broken, ribs crushed

His eyes glazed over in death

 

I hung my head in anguish deep

As I slunk back to my car

Fyah, you can stop building now

You’ve already reached your star!

 

Shirley Spycalla

5th April 2014

 

 

One Response to “A STAIRWAY TO THE STARS”

  1. Nelle says:

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(In memory of Franklyn “Jackie Fyah” Hixon, dec. 16Mar2014)

Shirley Spycalla

 I stood and stared at the tower of stones

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From the roadside across the way

He’d tried to get me to climb with him

But I’d denied him the pleasure that day.

 

Counting floors, six in all

I caught a fleeting glimpse of the man

Up on the sixth floor way up high

His merry laugh said “Yes I can!”

 

He’d knowingly broken the housing codes

By building a tower so high

With river stones in a balancing act

Yet the seventh floor he would try

House before collapse

House before collapse

 

I constantly warned, “Fyah, please don’t,

Your Stone House is not secure”

But no island law could stop the man

He wanted just one story more

 

“Why, Fyah, why seven?” I asked

Calling to him from afar

“Because I’m building my stairway” he said

“My stairway to the stars.”

 

That Sunday in March I’ll never forget

T’was the day the earth stood still

The Stone Tower had fallen down

The builder inside for to kill

 

 

A single tear fell from his eyes

As he took his final breath

His body broken, ribs crushed

His eyes glazed over in death

 

I hung my head in anguish deep

As I slunk back to my car

Fyah, you can stop building now

You’ve already reached your star!

 

Shirley Spycalla

5th April 2014