If we sing to the children. . .
There comes to mind that time warp where events leave their linear places and congregate in that place where we know that thunderous motions occur with the simplest actions. Or even with no action. Like the times my brother Stanley and I discussed what he saw along the road but knew immediately I knew the song. And he just resorted to, but you know, you know. . .
It was simply a matter of realizing we shared a history, with a weight to language which we worshiped. We knew that the words we used the other used also and respected. We were not loose with words but used them with sacred dispensation.
It was a relationship we shared with his wife also. And both of them were an important part of these particular visits we had and where the poem above was born. It holds great meaning for me because of the tender feelings we shared. It made the visits to the Farm a recreation of who we were and continued to be.
you laid your hearts on me.
If we sing to the children. . .
There comes to mind that time warp where events leave their linear places and congregate in that place where we know that thunderous motions occur with the simplest actions. Or even with no action. Like the times my brother Stanley and I discussed what he saw along the road but knew immediately I knew the song. And he just resorted to, but you know, you know. . .
It was simply a matter of realizing we shared a history, with a weight to language which we worshiped. We knew that the words we used the other used also and respected. We were not loose with words but used them with sacred dispensation.
It was a relationship we shared with his wife also. And both of them were an important part of these particular visits we had and where the poem above was born. It holds great meaning for me because of the tender feelings we shared. It made the visits to the Farm a recreation of who we were and continued to be.