Long Ago & Far Away -
    Keenan:

A poem once I thought upon
     and sang that fleeting wistful song
of love and dreams of what may be
     and hoped these thoughts might
Quicken thee  - to me
 
Alas, I see that time has passed flown
  and wicked arrows pierced that crown
that always, I thought might adorn
     that being which is me.

Every mind, I do declare is centered in it's self
    and unawares can't help but
think that it's supreme, and others, elsewhere seem
        to be the scenery for the show

Why can't I see the whole scene
     that clotheth you and me
The filters in my mind
     protecteth me from thee
     
Oh, Lord, I hope that I can pay the ransom
     that you hold on to me
And sing the songs that matter
     to regain your love for me   

                                                            lgc  4/10

  ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE      - Bob Lind

YOU MIGHT WAKE UP SOME MORNING

TO THE SOUND OF SOMETHING MOVING PAST YOUR WINDOW IN THE WIND

AND IF YOU'RE QUICK ENOUGH TO RISE

YOU'LL CATCH A FLEETING GLIMPSE OF SOMEONE'S FADING SHADOW

OUT ON THE NEW HORIZON

YOU MAY SEE THE FLOATING MOTION OF A DISTANT PAIR OF WINGS

AND IF THE SLEEP HAS LEFT YOUR EARS

YOU MIGHT HEAR FOOTSTEPS RUNNING THROUGH AN OPEN MEADOW

DON'T BE CONCERNED, IT WILL NOT HARM YOU

IT'S ONLY ME PURSUING SOMETHING I'M NOT SURE OF

I CROSS MY DREAMS   WITH NETS OF WONDER

I CHASE THE BRIGHT ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE

YOU MIGHT HAVE HEARD MY FOOTSTEPS

ECHO SOFTLY IN THE DISTANCE THROUGH THE CANYONS OF YOUR MIND

I MIGHT HAVE EVEN CALLED YOUR NAME

AS I RAN SEARCHING AFTER SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN

YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN ME RUNNING

THROUGH THE LONG - ABANDONED RUINS OF THE DREAMS YOU LEFT BEHIND

IF YOU REMEMBER SOMETHING THERE

THAT GLIDED PAST YOU FOLLOWED CLOSE BY HEAVY BREATHING

DON'T BE CONCERNED, IT WILL NOT HARM YOU

IT'S ONLY ME PURSUING SOMETHING I'M NOT SURE OF

I CROSS MY DREAMS   WITH NETS OF WONDER

I CHASE THE BRIGHT ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE

I CROSS  MY DREAMS    WITH NETS OF WONDER

I CHASE THE BRIGHT ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE

                      
                                                    Long  Ago  and  Far  Way

 
  I herded our sheep on a big ranch SW of Great Falls, MT  when I wuz a little boy-kid.  The ranch was just over the top on the Eastern Side of the Rockies.  The prevailing winds were from the SW. I would lay on my back, super-focus all my mental energy into staring at a cloud and force it to disappear.  It would have anyway, having just blown over the mountains.  Years later, my family and I were visiting a favorite magical place, the Western edge of the Olympic Peninsula.  I was sitting on the beach watching the waves come up on the hot sand and turn into steam, and the proceed up over Mt. Olympus.  Then I knew where the clouds came from that I used to cause to disappear by sheer force of will power.  Uh Huh.
                
                                   I watched a cloud appear from nowhere
                          It grew in size and beauty
                              then returned to anotherwhen
                    
                      The pussycat purred to its mate
                           and then they were three
                              then it happened again

                       My beautiful mother smiled
                           at my redheaded father 

When I was a young man, I used to dream of a lover
    with long soft hair, flowing in the wind ...

I don't know who wrote it,
   but Buck and Susan Raye said it all for me.

I dreamed of pursuits of learning and loving
   And life itself would point the way for me.

others tried to take control and guide me
   along paths they chose to direct my life for me

I've only one life and it's mine to choose and travel
   I will make my mistakes and I'll make my marvels.

I have mostly me to account to,
   And it is my own life so I'll live it free

Singing dum te de dum -- dum de de dee.
                                                  LGC

           - the venerable  'Sting' of Lore & Legend -
 

GREAT WHITE HORSE     Buck Owens & Susan Raye

When I was a young girl I used to dream of a lover
To be my shining knight of strength one day
He carried me to a castle in the heavens
And battle all my dragons on the way

,

And he'd ride down on a Great White Horse
He'd bring me love I was longing for
He'd bring me charm and lasting peace
On a Great White Horse he'd ride away with me
Singing dum-di-de-dum-dum-dum-di-de-dum.)

When I was a young man I used to dream of a maiden
With long soft hair flowing in the wind
Her laughing eyes and loving arms would follow
When I'd sail around the world and back again

And I'd ride down on a Geat White Horse
I'd bring the love she was longing for
I'd bring her laughter and sunny days
And on a Great White Horse I'd carry her away
Singing dum-di-de-dum-dum-dum-di-de-dum.

she:  The time has flown I find there are no dragons
he:     And I don't wanna sail the seven seas
she: Anywhere we are becomes our castle)

he:     And the only world I want is here with thee
And we both ride on a Great White Horse
We found the love we were longing for
You're my sunshine on a rainy day
You're my April, you're my May
Singing dum-di-de-dum-dum-dum-di-de-dum.

Singing dum-di-de-dum-dum-dum-di-de-dum.
Singing dum-di-de-dum-dum-dum-di-de-dum...

"For the times, they are a'changing, for the times, they are a changing ... "   Bob Dylan

                 WHERE SHALL I GO?  WHAT SHALL I DO?

          SOMETHING THAT'S FUN!  SOMETHING THAT'S NEW!

              NOT  TOO  EXCITING,   FOR I'M GETTING OLD

  SO  LET  THERE  BE  SOMETHING,  THAT'S GOOD FOR THE SOUL

        HEY!!!  LET THERE BE GUITARS,  I'LL HOWL AT THE MOON

          AND  I'M GETTING OLDER --  IT BETTER BE  SOON!

       LET THERE BE ART,  SAY, A SCULPTURE IN COPPER

        A TOUCH OF PICASSO,  BUT  LET  IT  BE PROPER

         "ART IS A LIE  THAT MAKES US SEE TRUTH"

         SO PABLO SAID,  WHEN  HE  WAS A YOUTH

            LET  THERE  BE  MUSIC !  OF COWBOYS AND BLUES

            BUT NO MORE HONKY TONK, AND NO MORE BOOZE!

 The Missing Person

The nights are long when I can’t sleep

and I can’t stand the thoughts that creep

into my mind reminding me

of yesteryears catastrophies

It hurts when I recall a boy

Telling me how I destroyed

A unit called our family

Three of them and one of me

I’d take all the blame were it but mine

But, that’s not real, yet still I pine

and because that boy thinks less of me.

I’m stuck with his reality

a girl of mine felt wrath at me

the time has changed its quality

for now she turns her wrath within

 and I feel guilt because she’s kin

I’d take all the blame were it but true

But, that’s not real, so it won’t do

The nights are long when I don’t sleep

And my heart still aches, for the wounds were deep

                                                                                                      Mom     Shirley Ann Pendleton

                                                                                          from “The Fragile Clown”