Blinky lights flicker as strings render chords
Bridging the break from the 1st to the 4th 7ths and 9ths bring tension resolved When released from the grasp of suspended tones As the grit and gravel spread out before me
The fallen limbs befitted with moss The northern breeze unsettled the branches That formed the arbor under which I crossed With bark lined walls befallen with debris The turn up ahead towards the water’s edge Could take the ground from under your feet Turn grit to plank over the waterfall’s crest The impervious rumble over rocks so smooth Down the bank towards the weathered ‘stead Through stitches of roots like saplings’ feet Would cause a near tumble of foot over head On a path full of grit and gravel I tread Towards my own haven, evermore I’ve been led Ancient embers burn through rows of trees their trunks and limbs defaced
Billowing smoke suffocates the breath acrid soot hastens fleeting Calm invoked the mask is placed and oxygen begins to flow Dust on the ground crunchy burnt limbs under foot creeping Every breath taken the wind moves across your path Forever it seems to burn white hot oak now turned to ash Gone are the trunks of 200 year old gentle beasts Hiding on the hills in hope they won't burn and fall with a crash In the air smoke filled visions of light dancing on the clouds Just in time the water bird swoops and douses all my limbs Kinfolk gather and hope their hamlet will be spared Leaning in and holding close their loved ones singing hymns Mountains direct the fires burning on peaks and valleys down below No time to waste grab all your things and knickknacks that mean the most Once there was a childhood home now which stands just a chimney alone Panicked faces dampened sweaty full of fear they lost all hope Questions answered with not answers but more questions ringing false Roaring in their ears the sirens deafening the solace gone Silence as the trees they breath relief and dancing as they waltz Tucking in between the gullies formed by water poured since dawn Under blanketed ground of ash the light soon gives the sprouts their due Valleys mountains hills and crests begin to enrich once fire's through What was once a barren wasteland full of blackened trunks and soot Xenial growth the pollen spreads and pedals will once again renew Yesterday the ground it crunched under dusty feet creeping through flames Zestful life like spring today sprung up through ground that forever remains It was the night before last
that I stepped into the kitchen I'm thirsty I thought and my mind I've got a stitch in Racing for the fridge at a pace no one's beatin' fill my belly with ale I should get something to eat then Much to my chagrin that's the last clang I'll hear now The fridge is but dry when it comes to the beer stow What a fool lost his plunder 'cause his mind was but under the foley once asunder the vale the week's blunder Fat tire's the choice Not a bike but a brew a delicious new belgium styled ale to chew Not chewy like most but delicious to boast or toast with a glass in your hand to the host I could keep on going but the toffee's not done toffee for banoffee will be had 'til there's none The fridge wins again in it's quest for glory this silly old tale could be told as a story at bedtime for children but not about ale as little kids aren't ready for this little tale It would be the frosting on the cake
The cherry on top The soda pop bubbling over at the soda pop shop The sun on our faces Eclipses don't stare The orange face broken and full of despair What a beautiful thing to see his head held low World's view of us fuller could finally again grow Start over with Pence I shudder to think He'd still be better than being on the brink There's SO far to go We're not even close to finding the answers to questions from all folks Both "sides" red or blue have some learning to do Can connect if we try It's what we must do In closing I find myself tearing up a bit This place that's so beautiful could work if we commit To stand together among friends and foes all the like I know it's not all rainbows and kumbaya despite Find strength in the light Find strength in the day Find strength in the night Find strength in what's right |
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