If I Could Be Anything

How nice it is to be spring breeze
Caressing over budding leaves
Blowing over wooded hillAnd under hollow never still
How nice it is to fly through grassAnd pick dandelions while I pass
And spread them all throughout the field.

Oh and nice it is to blow through hair
And carry birds on the air
Then skip and dance on water top
No, I'd never want to stop

Being the spring breeze.

Lyrics I Happen to Like and What I Think About Them

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.



The words above are from the song "Echoes" by Pink Floyd

-For some reaons this song just takes me away to an isolated beach, not the kind you go on vacation on, but a pleasantly solemn one. A beach that is just a small strip of sand sandwiched between grassy cliffs and the ocean. It is the middle of the day and all is still. As I look into the distance where the water kisses the sky, I can see that lonely albatross, warming its outstretched wings and I wish that I was it.

Fishing (Preferably the Stretch Below Where North River Runs Into Tellico)

the sun creeps over the tree tops.
the cool June morning breeze blows
unheard. for the river rushing drowns
all sound away. except thoughts
feet hit water. cast. golden spoon reflects in the sun.
the cool water is refreshing
reel. nothing. they say patience is a virtue.
cast. reel. nothing. the moss-coverd
rocks serve as a nice foot hold.
this deep dark hole looks promising.
cast. silver spoon now reflects. tug.
reel. nothing. change to corn. cast.
it disappears in the deep.
wait. reel. nothing. perhaps toward
the bank. change to black and yellow
spinner. it always works. cast.
reel. nothing? odd. perhaps
tomorrow...

...You are in Mind

If at a time you're lying down
While makng your bed on a patch of ground.
And the grass is your pillow.
Your shade is the willow
And you watch the sky for something to see.
Would you perhaps remember me?
If you are out at the river bank
While admiring rocks that have already sank
And the sun warms you with its glow
Your heart wants to know
And you wonder if this river goes to the sea
Would you perhaps remember me?
If standing in the autumn wood
While walking as softly as possibly could
And the scent of the pines help you feel
Your heart is warm and you are real
And you ask your self how old is this tree
Would you perhaps remember me?
If huddled in your cabin home
while wishing that you were not alone
And the snow falls soft
Your thoughts are aloft
And you wish things were as they used to be
Would you perhaps remember me?

Ode to a Hill

And to think that i would like to go
to a place i know the wind will blow
on a hill where i am not seen
that is rocky and yet so green
the time is fall
and i can see it all
if some one would go there with me
would it be you who would go with me?
to watch the sun, to watch the stars
all the time would be ours
come on, lets go.