A little color to enhance your celebrations.
And a friendly reminder, April is National Poetry Month #NPM
Cue 1972 Stevie Wonder – and Merlin
When you believe in things that you don’t understand then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way.
Only a theory, only a thought.
Utter chaos. Freedom sought.
Tranquil conscience. Congruent souls.
Harmonizing. Flocks and folds
Wars abounding, strife and sorrow
Never hoping past the morrow.
Ethics prevail; morals abstract.
None to govern what we lack.
Only a theory, only a thought
Life without law.
It’s out of the flip-flops and back in the Reeboks
and long pants dug out of the dust
So long to the tank tops, bikinis and cut offs
and lawn chairs left lying to rust
Adieu to the sand dune, the pelican and plain loon
My loves, we’ll see you `fore long
Leaves drop as trees swoon, long past the crop moon
With the scent of a sweet autumn song
Let’s all take a big swill to ward off the night chill
Winter’s a season away
Crank up the camp fire; avoid the ole quagmire
With children perched high on the hay
Well my oh my, that is a good looking picnic table.
I sometimes imagine Jimmy as a child …or Leia transforming and taking fight … what’s more, I wish it were all possible.
I hope I never get too old for such childish thoughts. They are, after all, what dreams and stories are made of.
Cloud Wrangler was born of such childishness. 😉
Lord!!! My mind is almost as blank as the paper in front of me. (Oh it’s worse than writers block y’all 😂.) Still, I am thankful for the coffee, the scenery and autopilot. Autopilot gets me out of bed every day.