arson.com by Ed S.
Ode to Greer
While Rhett and Scarlett fought the Civil War
and Mister Smith held up the Senate floor,
a lonely teacher climbed a mountain height
and on a rock he saw a startling sight.
A woman sat upon that stony chair
enjoying lunchtime in the alpine air.
He'd heard her shouting and became alarmed
but thinning air and her compassionate charm
took his breath away and set his heart ablaze,
and they fell in love within the next few days.
He'd scaled a peak to save this woman's life
and she made him whole when she became his wife.
She helped that teacher win the golden prize,
the Oscar statue catching Gable's eyes.
With forty minutes in the role she played,
Eileen Greer Garson's movie name was made.
Jane Austen is well-known to one and all;
her famous book still holds the world enthralled.
When filming started for this great romance,
the role of Lizzy wasn't left to chance.
For Austen mentioned on her book's first page
the Michaelmas feast-day in that far-off age.
Now Greer's own birthday in the year '04
was that very date that Austen's first page bore.
With such a birthday Greer was truly blest;
how Austen knew it we can only guess.
I have a feeling it was Jane's decree
that Greer was destined to play Lizzy B.
Louis B. Mayer became the studio's sage.
He brought Greer often to the Oscar stage.
For noble pairings he had quite the nose,
so Walter Pidgeon kept her on her toes.
He soon became a loyal movie pal
and helped her boost the nation's war morale.
Throughout the war she kept a rugged pace;
she helped the troops survive that fierce embrace.
She charmed the public and the movie gods
and brought her costars many Oscar nods.
She righted the hands of a stairway clock;
she found candescence in an ancient rock.
She helped her Major in a social rout;
she ate Joan Crawford and then spat her out.
She stopped a Nazi with a well-earned smack;
with gentle love she brought her Smithy back.
So many actors look and sound the same.
A meagre few deserve their great acclaim.
But Miss Greer Garson wasn't one of those.
Her glory shone just like a red, red rose.
This dulcet goddess that we miss so much,
who left a mark upon the lives she touched,
will spur the gods to light a brilliant flame
and midst the stars inscribe Miss Garson's name.