Re-discovering Folk Music

Last night I came across a historic video by the Chad Mitchell Trio done in the early 60's.  I used to listen to them when I was a kid on tv where they played on Hootenanny.  Their version of "You Can Tell the World" is powerful.  The song was performed by Simon and Garfunkel also, and written by Bob Gibson and Bob Camp.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ofTZjx3ZCE

Listening to the Warm

Listening to the warm

notes of a flute playing in 

the distance, while the

colors of morning skies 

sharpen my senses.

Dear Sweetheart

I really like Derek Mahon's poem on how everything's going to be all right.  Reminds me how Bob Marley use to sing "don' you worry about a thing, cuz every little thing's gonna be all right."

I might let my baby grand daughter be my sweetheart even tho she is only three months old..."awww, grandma, you are the sweetest grandma ever, and I just luvvvv you. Love your grey hair and brown eyes, and that place on your chest where I can rest my head for as long as I want."

...this is going to be a soft week.  Soft soft soft.  I will think of the Mary Oliver poem she wrote about her sleeping dog and daydream about getting an Italian greyhound.  I will think about what Miro said:  "I don't dream at night; I dream when I'm awake."

I will read about Walt Whitman and his body electric, and Longfellow and his chestnut tree, and again, the Wild Geese by Mary Oliver.

i shall plan to be in class next Tues.  I so look forward to this time of softness, warmth, and reflection.

No Wasted Space

Thirty thousand dollars for a cemetery plot?
I think not.  That's money most people haven't got.

There's a better place than wasted space.
Anyway, the dead can't make a case
For their final resting place.

Since it's up to me,
I choose to be
Buried at sea.

Atlantic or Pacific?
I think I'll be specific.

Cape Charles or Cape Cod.
But I could also give a nod

to the Sitka bay,
since I cherish the day

when my son came to be
born in that place by the sea.

Gratitude for Today

It's been said that there is no greater comfort than gratitude.  Today I'm grateful for the time I spent on East Campus.  What a jewel it is!  I can almost forgive Washington Duke for making his millions with tobacco.  Almost.  But not quite.