Summer: A Year In Verse

June Bugs (June Evenings)

June bugs,

Creepily crawling.

Lazily stalling

On my front porch

Before rising suddenly

A buzzing array of erratic motion

Flying off toward summer!

July Daze

July days,

Simmering heat

A shimmering haze

Dust clouds

Stifling breezes

Blowing slowly into

August nights.

August (A Residual Wind)

It is August and I am wishing it was winter

That old, wintery tingle overcame me

For a moment

Blowing through my ears

Into my brain.

Some minor emotion of Christmasness

Snuck into the evening breeze

Dropping off some early gifts and memories.

Hey, I think I saw a snowflake!

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The material posted on this site is original and copyrighted. The songs are registered with BMI. Lyrics And Songs Please note that these lyrics are Copyrighted and the completed songs are registered with BMI. Lonesome Evening Wind When The Storm Finally Came Our Song Will Be New Memories And Mist L et The River Wash Me (To the Gulf of Mexico) Zombie Stare Vampire Mist Does Your Cat Play The Fiddle? Does Your Dog Own A skateboard? Please feel free to contact me about use or collaboration at mythinkpiece.com@gmail.com . At this time, Our Song Will Be New, Vampire Mist, When the Storm Finally Came, and Memories And Mist still lack completed melodies to my liking. Some degree of partnership or collaboration is still possible at this time, with everyone being agreeable. I present the lyrics for collaboration. I have tunes in my head and recordings of them, but If someone can show me something better, then I would be interested in talking. Recordings presented here ...

Chronicles of Me: Let The River Wash Me, and the Stories Behind It!

Chronicles Of Me The Story Behind Let That River Wash Me To The Gulf Of Mexico There is a story here and I think it is pretty clear and doesn't need explanation, but I want to add some other dimensions to the tale. First, it is true. Second, it is an amalgamation of two experiences, one with my father and the other with my daughter. My father had several heart attacks and other health issues but still lived alone in the manner he chose. A few months before his passing, I stopped by his place and asked him a question: “What was your first childhood memory?” That led to some pretty great stories! It turns out that we had a lot of shared memories which were a generation separated, and of things that neither of us was aware that the other knew. Just one example: There was a huge mulberry tree on a sandbar in the middle of the creek from which we both feasted, divided by 20 years. There were lots of others, and it was at that time that he told me that he had made pl...

Chronicles Of Me: I Just Want Water!

Setting, Camping Out: I found a bean can, about a quart size that we had had for our dinner rinsed it out, and filled it with water on the campfire we had cooked dinner on. I watched it until it boiled for about 15 minutes on the fire and then moved it to my canteen. I restarted the whole process and did the same 3 times until both my canteens were full along with the bean can. I kept myself awake a few hours until the first batch was cool enough to drink, refilled, and finally went to sleep! The others were content to drink colas and sodas, but I had to have water! This happened several times in my life. When we came back from the fields sometimes Dad would stop at the station and ask if we wanted a cold drink. All I wanted was water. Dad said, just get a coke, someday soon they will figure out how to charge us for water!

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