Once upon a time there lived a journalist whose name was Stanley Jackson. He was brave and penetrating and also loved to read happy short poems. He liked to remain happy and sort of always looked for poems on happiness.
What to Expect from This Happy Short Poem!
This poem is the first part and it broadly describes Stanley Jackson’s occupation and likings. So go ahead, a great revolution waits for readers in the form of happy short poems. In fact, this a poetic story to entice our royal readers and give them another motivation as well as opportunity to return for real, pure, and authentic poems and other contemporary literature with a twist, a gateway indeed to find rare moments of literary happiness!
Note: The character of the poem is fictional and any resemblance would only be termed as just a happy coincidence! Cheers to Happy Short Poems!
Also explore other LifeXcites’ happy short poems under the popular mini-series named Rethinking your Life.
The Fine Story of Stanley Jackson – A New Take on Happy Short Poems
Once there lived a journalist
Who was adept in making a list –
His name was Stanley Jackson,
Certainly, a pure man who loved fun –
Of soldiers who had retired
And decided to use their time in varied
Social activities. One day
While traveling in a bus, he made way
To a nice little chat
With a fellow passenger who sat
Next to him.
From him
He came to know about a
Retired soldier who lived in a
Village not too far from the town.
It was a small village on
The outskirts of the town, not
Too well known, not
The finest in literacy,
Nor the best in facilities of pharmacy!
Stanley, the journalist, was an expert
At his work. He was young but
True to himself
Like a smart elf.
He was honest,
Kept tidy his nest,
A God-fearing man indeed.
He prayed every Sunday the song on need
To love Jesus in church,
And proudly he was in search
Of truth: inspiring stories to behold
And put them in public without a fold.
He was keen, he was kind,
He was joyful, he had a good mind,
He was also a religious man,
He was true journalism’s son,
He was simple
And his stories were always vocal!
He was a hardworking man
Who never took his work lightly; a man
On a mission,
Making stories that looked like a vision,
And he was a proud man,
And his name was Stanley Jackson!
Jackson was his name,
Good reporting was his game,
He loved good news
Without forcing his views;
Just the story he desired,
‘Think Globally, Act Locally,’ he admired.
His name was Mr. Jackson
A hero of news, mimicking Matrix’s Mr. Anderson!
The story of Mr. Jackson will continue. So watch out this space to find out what happens next…