All the news that’s fit to print.
With thanks to Robert Frost, a fellow dweller in these parts:
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended:
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
Sigwan gaginh8doo w’kassipiloahki.
Spring, he is a powerful spirit – so much he changes the land!
Western Abenaki poem
“To become a crow is the simplest of all matters…”
A thistle by any other name.
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin’ out dough…
The Devil Went Down to Georgia, The Charlie Daniels Band 1979
How long have I been running for that morning flight
Through the whispered promises and the changing light
Of the bed where we both lie
Late for the sky
Jackson Browne 1974
Quiet drifts over the bandstand at Fuller Park, its glory days of one-hundred-twenty years ago long echoed away…
The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul.
From Dan Fogelberg’s The Innocent Age 1981
Treat me like you really should
‘Cause I’m not made of wood
And I don’t have a wooden heart
Elvis Presley 1961 (Muss I Denn)
Four short months ago and a world away: late night on a Connecticut River bridge.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey, and yellow, white,
but we decide which is right,
and which is an illusion.
from The Day Begins, on The Moody Blues “Days of Future Passed” (1967)