Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Under the willows
That's me on a post-coffee poolside lounge. Saturday mornings were always so peaceful. You had the whole pool and deck and the willows all to yourself... Tallahassee, November 2002
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Anonymous
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Though the tree itself does not traditionally find roots in my land, one is aware of the visage that the willow creates. Not unlike a nobleman, down on his fortunes but not his pride; me thinks…
Not a tree one would want to climb on or to argue the need of running away from home at age twelve out of pure spite of one mother.
No, I guess not the willow. Don’t think it will talk back or hug you when you come running back from school. Hmmm.
While trawling across the W3 came upon this: song on the willow tree (with audio feedback) http://www.controverscial.com/The%20Willow%20Tree%20(Folk%20Music).htm
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Though the tree itself does not traditionally find roots in my land, one is aware of the visage that the willow creates. Not unlike a nobleman, down on his fortunes but not his pride; me thinks…
Not a tree one would want to climb on or to argue the need of running away from home at age twelve out of pure spite of one mother.
No, I guess not the willow. Don’t think it will talk back or hug you when you come running back from school. Hmmm.
While trawling across the W3 came upon this: song on the willow tree (with audio feedback)
http://www.controverscial.com/The%20Willow%20Tree%20(Folk%20Music).htm
GGB
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