In My Childhood Days I Pick Lilies In The Marsh [2]
In my childhood days I picked lilies in the marsh
where the highway now runs almost into eternity
while only cars do pass on the road.
Laid dry, barren and destroyed is the marsh land that I did love
and selfish gain circles out wider while nature is distorted
where the highway now runs almost into eternity
and the plain is full of offices and factories that pushed it aside
and I search for something that can keep the untouchedness
and selfish gain circles out wider while nature is distorted,
there is smoke that like a blanket folds from above over everything
while on the sidewalk there is a marigold
and I search for something that can keep the untouchedness
and notices a flower that grows wild right through the concrete,
and I see no coots or plovers calling
while on the sidewalk there is a marigold
amongst the crowding of people of the one or other group.
In my childhood days I picked lilies in the marsh
and I see no coots or plovers calling
while only cars do pass on the road.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In My Childhood Days I Pick Lilies In The Marsh
In my childhood days I pick lilies in the marsh,
I pick lilies, the most beautiful that I can find
in colours of red, yellow and white
but now a tar road cuts past.
The highway runs almost to eternity,
I wonder where the dilapidation did start
see no coots, plovers calling
broken lies the marshland that I love
and I have to search into the bright blue
to cling to the untouched
while smoke clouds of white, yellow and grey hang
like a blanket that is folding over everything
while wealth increases, nature becomes distorted,
and the plain has offices that is encroaching it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When I was a child
When I was a child
I saw fireflies,
fly passing secretly at night.
The world was full of wonderful things
and there were trees
with bird nests and eggs
of white and pink and blue
and with spots on them.
I could shoot a true shot with my kettie
and the blue fishing rod
took carp, blue kurper, yellowfish
and catfish from streams.
Doves or fish fillets
from glowing wood embers,
tasted delicious
and the world was a great place.
At the marsh plovers jumped up and down
and like wounded birds, as if with a broken wing
tried to entice you away from their nests
Aloe and protea bushes were all over the kopjes
and prickly pear, wild peach, mispil and stamvrugte
were everywhere on the ridges.
The world of a child faded away with time.
But when I went back as a adult;
a highway runs right through the hillocks
and there are houses where there was marsh
and the streams are full of rubbish and litter
and I see how progress has destroyed nature.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Marsh Land
The nearer I come to the wild marsh land
the more I hear red-knobbed coots carolling
where a swarm of tiny weavers twitter,
rocking and balancing on the long reeds,
cheerfully the meandering stream jabbers
while it shines in the bright morning light
next to the big old hanging willow tree,
where a symphony of nature resounds.
Marsh bulrushes rocks plumed in the wind
that blows softly through the bushes of sprouts,
somewhat blinded by the natural beauty
I wander like a child through all the reeds,
drops of water jet when wild ducks fly up,
with rushes suddenly rocking up and down.
poem by Gert Strydom
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At The End Of The Road
AT THE END OF THE ROAD
At the end of the road
When there is still so much road ahead
Stumbling to keep going-
A few words here and a few words there-
It does not open up like a dream
It is not wider and wider more all- encompassing circles
Toward Eternity-
The road in oneself
Turns back on itself
Twists and twists
And goes nowhere
For unending stretches –
Nothing can be done
Words must be written –
Another step and another step and another step-
I will continue marching ahead to Nowhere
To the end of my days.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Down At The Marsh
Down at the marsh
weavers rock up and down,
down at the marsh
your lips are soft against mine
when a big dog barks far away
and your right knee has lost some skin
down at the marsh.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Marshes
The bog and marsh condemn you,
Eternal is this gain of your few
Who wear a costume of colours,
Inward is the feeling of counsellors.
They advise and lecture on weather
That superbly displays youth and feather.
We are experts too bold of the marsh,
In this is knowledge to drain - so harsh!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Wolf To The Moon
With a rebel mind and a gypsy heart
No place could ever be home
Drawn like a wolf to the moon it calls to my soul
Ain't got no woman, they just tie me down
Freedom is my only friend
I get a feeling destiny lies 'round the bend
One for the road
Slave to the highway
King of the road
Chasing the sun as it sets in the sky
Swear that I'll catch it someday
Lights of the city behind are fadingg away
Makin' my way through the names on the map
No point in feeling alone
As long as I ride the open road I'll always have a home
One for the road
Slave to the highway
King of the road
My future is calling a cry in the wind
Leading me out of my past
Got no destination but know that I'm getting there fast
Crossed many miles got so many to go
Each one calling my name
Won't settle down and you know I'll never be tamed
One for the road
Slave to the highway
King of the road
song performed by by Rainbow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Relearning
let not us be a currency of fixed value
there is no such thing
even a coin or
a stamp
you must have known by now
what nature is, what we are, and
where we are going?
reeds on the marsh
lilies floating on the river
a flower that one day lives
and then tomorrow dies...
on the other hand
are the seeds and cuttings and
grafts...
tight lipped buds still wanting to speak
listen!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Highway 51 Blues
(first releasecurtis jones)
Highway 51 runs right by my babys door
Highway 51 runs right by my babys door
But wont get the girl Im loving
Wont go down highway 51 no more.
Well, I know that highway like I know my hand
Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand
Running from up wisconsin
Way down to no mans land.
Well, if I should die before my time should come
And if I should die before my time should come
Wont you bury my body
Out on highway 51?
Highway 51 runs right by my babys door
I said, highway 51 runs right by my babys door
But wont get the girl Im loving
Wont go down highway 51 no more.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The marsh
Barefoot at times I walk through the marsh,
having to dodge plovers
diving down at me,
widow-birds are trying to draw my attention
with long tails that looks
as if they are too heavy to fly
and in the reeds something is moving
as if some animal is hiding there
and when I come closer
a water monitor
comes out hissing
hitting challenging with its tail
and everywhere yellow and read finches
are flying around
the oaks are full of wooing doves
and there’s a wild cat
looking down from a tree.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Before the Battle
Music of whispering trees
Hushed by a broad-winged breeze
Where shaken water gleams;
And evening radiance falling
With reedy bird-notes calling.
O bear me safe through dark, you low-voiced streams.
I have no need to pray
That fear may pass away;
I scorn the growl and rumble of the fight
That summons me from cool
Silence of marsh and pool
And yellow lilies is landed in light
O river of stars and shadows, lead me through the night.
June 25th, 1916.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Highway Hard Run
(myles goodwyn)
Published by slalom publishing co. - bmi
Highway hard run, sure runs, sure hard
Highway hard run, sure runs, sure hard
Just got into montreal
Were looking for relief, but that aint all (oh yeah)
The riot squads on full alert
Esp. for the one that wears a skirt (oh yeah)
Woman I need someone, cant be just anyone
I need someone who knows the way
Walked into this smoke-filled bar
The bands a joke, yeah the singers gone too far (ooh yeah)
But the waiter said shed soon be here
Now should I go or have another beer (oh yeah)
Just let me hold you tight, everything feels so nice
Let me just whisper in your ear (kiss my gut)
Highway hard run, sure runs, sure hard
Highway hard run, sure runs, sure hard
Woman I need someone, cant be just anyone
I need someone who knows the way
Just let me hold you tight, everything feels so nice
Let me just whisper in your ear
song performed by by April Wine
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Where The Sidewalk Ends
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Some people leave
And never come back
Some stay in touch
Some loose track
Your mind kept sayin
Come on lets go
You started learnin
What you dont need to know
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
Ill wait for you
In the cold dark night
You might come back
You had to go
Where the sidewalk ends
Ill never know
Hide from the future
Run from the past
I guess Ill stay here
As long as I can last
Whistle still blowin
But the train is gone
Aint no wheels
Gonna take me from my home
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
song performed by by George Strait
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Circles
Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles
Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles
When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles
song performed by by George Harrison
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Railroads And Riverboats
The railroads, and the riverboats, that bred the mighty man
That we read about, and we dream about
The men who built this land
And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who worked the mills
And the poor hard working miners
Who died inside the hills
While the rivers that flow
Are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling
On the great concrete band
And the railroads keep pushing
To be all they once were
And nature is calling
No one's listening to her
And the immigrants, by the boat load, in a dozen different tones
Sang of freedom, in the new land
Climbed the ladder rung by rung
Some to Boston, some to Pittsburg, Philidelphia and St. Paul
And the old ways, led to new days
They were welcome one and all.
While the rivers that flow
Are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling
On the great concrete band
And the railroads keep pushing
To be all they once were
And nature is calling
No one's listening to her
With the railroads, and the riverboats, and the bread lines far behind
And the days we sang together
Long gone but still in mind
And the men who, came before us, men who brought us to today
And the story, still unravels, from the dreams of yesterday
While the rivers that flow
Are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling
On the great concrete band
And the railroads keep pushing
To be all they once were
And nature is calling
No one's listening to her
And nature is calling,
No one's listening to her
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Take The Highway
See the stretching sun at dawning
Wipe the stardust from his eyes
Feel the morning breezes yawning
Telling me it's time to rise
Telling me it's time to rise
I was born to take the highway
I was born to chase a dream
Any road at all is my way
Any place is where i've been
Anything is what i've seen
Gambler's gold is made for squandering
Miser's silver is to hoard
My gold as the sky goes wandering
My silver is the drinking goard
My silver is the drinking goard
I was born to take the highway
I was born to chase a dream
Any road at all is my way
Any place is where i've been
Anything is what i've seen
I've skipped on concrete
Danced on cobbles
Stepped on pavement in the heat
I've seen where children crouched at marbles
Made chalk circles in the street
Found a penny at my feet
Found a penny at my feet
I was born to take the highway
I was born to chase a dream
Any road at all is my way
Any place is where i've been
Anything is what i've seen
Now i know a road that winds forever
Through the land the rainbows run
You cross the bridge from now till never
Take the first turn past the sun
Take the first turn beyond the sun
I was born to take the highway
I was born to chase a dream
Any road at all is my way
Any place is where i've been
Anything is what i've seen
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Childhood is calling
Come on people move
For childhood is calling
time to get up and groove
there is no time for stalling
Enjoy the warm sunny day
and chase all of your blues away
this is a day that is so enthralling
listen, as your childhood is calling
old men sit and are soon recalling
and slowly as their hair is graying
they hear the siren song of youth playing
saying that their childhood is calling
the time is slipping away so quickly,
so run fast and catch the dying sun
for childhood is calling
and your life has just begun
JPM 1/4/2008 - 1/11/2008
River Lilies
Saw a boy three lilies white,
Lilies in the river,
Half heart-open to the light,
Full of golden arrows bright,
Each a silver quiver.
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.
Said the boy, “I’ll pluck you there,
Lilies in the river!”
Said the lilies, “If you dare
You shall drown, or homeward fare
Dripping and a-shiver!”
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.
Wilful still the boy would clasp
Lilies in the river;
Tumbled in ere he could grasp,
Scrambled out with puff and gasp,
Plucked no lilies ever.
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Eastbrook
Though his racing days are over
on the marsh he'll gently graze
where he'll spend his last remaining years
sharing all his days
with herons, skylarks, ducks and geese
from a racing life to utter peace
Small children come and feed him hay
and Suzy grooms him every day
a soft brown horse with gentle eyes
resting underneath the skies
that follow the marsh down to the sea
retirement, peace, tranquility
poem by Gill Moore
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I've Got A Name
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name
I've got a name
like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name
I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
but I'm living the dream that he kept hid
Moving me down the highway
rolling me down the highway
moving ahead so life won't pass me by
Like the North wind whistling down the sky
I've got a song
I've got a song
like the whip-poor-will and the babies crying
I've got a song
I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it proud
if it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Moving me down the highway
rolling me down the highway
moving ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream
I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream
I've got a dream
I know I could share it if you want me to
if your going my way I'll go with you
Moving me down the highway
rolling me down the highway
moving ahead so life won't pass me by
Moving me down the highway
rolling me down the highway
moving ahead so life won't pass me by
song performed by by Jim Croce
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