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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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I wrote and lost some words I wrote a long time ago but they formed a basis of a lot of I have written since including starting the Hawk and The Lady, and I found the time to rewrite. A singer sang and her words as I can remember them and getting them wrong, is admitted. It’s a long Dusty Road I get weary, down, and old Moving on Moving on Like the branch on a tree I keep wishing to be free Moving on Moving on There’s a place in the Sun And before my life is done Going find me that place In the Sun The singer was Sandy Posie and the chorus of the song no matter how badly I remember it is hers and that was the motivation. Dave **************************************************** Sun dusty in the vision of walls baking in the sun Voices echoing in anger shouting Vines broken over bricks dangling for something, they tell a story On a dusty road with it’s run off drops of earth red baked To match the crops Dried in the fields allowing no yield to other than barren On a road overlooking a road in the hot sun Women swung picks in purpose quietly Leafs in a jungle by the road broken by umbrellas Marching from a housing block in a jungle To a Buddhist shrine In finery By a wire fence A twelve-year speaks 5 languages And jokes in all 5 For his friends And we are his friends Even if we can not change his life By a dockyard wall Portions of chicken for a 2 mile walk back And jokes as we wait In a temperate air We eat and talk In pleasure In a town Where they sleep outside of the store Books of value line their shelves For knowledge We need to Absorb Behind 40 foot walls I run the assault course 6 times every morning Clean my boots Cooked And shut away to think On polishing my thoughts Think for a moment What motivates Punishment Ideas Or a CD That gives you a beat The world is a long dustry road We get down, tired and old We move on Like a branch on a tree We keep wishing to be free Moving on There’s a place in the Sun And before my life is done Going to find that place in the Sun Going decorate my words From a washing line To be heard Going to find that place In the Sun |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"By a wire fence A twelve-year speaks 5 languages And jokes in all 5 For his friends And we are his friends Even if we can not change his life" Poignant, profound thoughts found on this dusty road. Enjoyed the walk. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Thanks Midnight I should mention that some of this was 1967 - 1969. It wasn't recent. Dave |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I was born in 69, so it's funny that I want to go back to the 70's. The best decade of my life. Yes, I was at my prime when I was 9 years old. Enjoyed the trip back Dave, thank you. |
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