One I like very much - what do you think of it?
I heard my first mandolin
on the Victrola. Then my sister
walked into the pasture
and was wed. Lord, why do you
keep me on the phone until
I am deaf. There comes a day
when the mandolin must be put
in the mountains.
In search of a better life
valleys inspire conflagrations in autumn.
Rosy the dirt is.
My heart lies down in it.
I'm kind of speechless.
It takes my breath, the hammered dulcimer
left out to be beaten by rain.
Can anything clothe the dreamstate
and keep the hopelessness in.
Have I heard my last mandolin.
I like this a bunch. Rock - solid metaphor. Thanks for sharing this.
Thanks Rob - I've just been listening to this
What a great listen. Reminds me how far I have to go.