I have an interesting question...do you think Roger Whittaker's parents were driven crazy by him trying to whistle? If you're wondering who he is go to you tube and put in his name with Mexican whistler, you'll see what I'm talking about, he also has a gorgeous voice. Enoch happens to love the sound of whistling and so we wanted him to listen to Roger. Well now I have a houseful of amateur whistlers flitting around the house and I'm dangerously close to snapping! On the plus side, David said that listening to Roger sing has made him want to learn to sing better!
I visited a friend yesterday and I developed a poetic thought. I have it posted and am allowing for critiques!
50 mile an hour lament
The white grey expanse flies by
Coldness sensed through sight.
An irrational smugness:
I beat the elements by simply turning up the heat in my van.
I shed my coat
My baby sleeps in a cozy zipped up cocoon of warmth.
What of those before me?
My progenitors who traversed these plains on foot pushing a handcart?
I suddenly long to prove my strength.
Oh, to lace up my boots and strain my muscles against
Rutted dirt roads, fierce winds, stinging pellets of rain,
Blizzards, blistered hands, and dust gritting my teeth.
I reach out and turn down the heat and turn up the radio.
The white grey expanse flies by
Coldness sensed through sight.
An irrational smugness:
I beat the elements by simply turning up the heat in my van.
I shed my coat
My baby sleeps in a cozy zipped up cocoon of warmth.
What of those before me?
My progenitors who traversed these plains on foot pushing a handcart?
I suddenly long to prove my strength.
Oh, to lace up my boots and strain my muscles against
Rutted dirt roads, fierce winds, stinging pellets of rain,
Blizzards, blistered hands, and dust gritting my teeth.
I reach out and turn down the heat and turn up the radio.
1 comment:
I won't respond, but I will say hi and I love looking at your blog, yours is so inspirational, and mine is plain and boring. you rock chick!!!!!
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