The End, Again

Poetry month has come to an end. Here are two of my favorie poems by Shel Silverstein to close it out.

Happy Endings

There are no happy endings.
Endings are the saddest part,
So just give me a happy middle
And a very happy start.


Years From Now

Although I cannot see your face
As you flip these poems awhile,
Somewhere from some far-off place
I hear you laughing -- and smile.

Sunday Salvation

We heard some great music at a very rainy Merlefest from the Avett Brothers yesterday, so I thought I would share one more song.  One of my favorites, Salvation Song.

If you take my heart
Don't leave the smallest part
I've no need to live if you're to come up gone
And as my life turns to a song
And if and when I treat you wrong
Know I never want to hurt our family

And I would give up everything
Know this is not just about me
And I don't know a plainer way to say it Babe
And they may pay us off in fame
Though that is not why we came
And I know well and good that won't heal our hearts

We came for salvation
We came for family
We came for all that's good that's how we'll walk away
We came to break the bad
We came to cheer the sad
We came to leave behind the world a better way

Now if I'm walkin' through the rain
And I hear you call my name
I will break into a run without a pause
And if your love laughs at your dreams
Well it's not as bad as it seems
Either way one of them has got to go
And if you take of my soul
You can still leave it whole
With the pieces of your own you leave behind

We came for salvation
We came for family
We came for all that's good that's how we'll walk away
We came to break the bad
We came to cheer the sad
We came to leave behind the world a better way

And I would give up everything
And if you were to come up clean
And see you shine so bright in a world of woe
And they may pay us off in fame
But that is not why we came
And if it compromises truth then we will go

We came for salvation
We came for family
We came for all that's good that's how we'll walk away
We came to break the bad
We came to cheer the sad
We came to leave behind the world a better way

God on a Sunday Morning

It promises to be another wet day at Merlefest.  We are going for the Avett Brothers.

Me and God

Well I know a preacher he's a real good man
Speaks from the good book in his hand 
And helps all people when he can
But me and God don’t need a middle man

Now I found God in a soft woman’s hair
A long days work and a good sittin chair
The ups and downs on the treble clef lines
And five miles to go on an interstate sign

My God my God and I
Don’t need a middle man

Now I don’t doubt that the Good Book is true
But what’s right for me may not be right for you
So church on Sunday I stand beside
For all the hurtin people with the fear in their eyes

And I thank the Lord for the country land
And just like Paul I thank Him for my hands
But I don’t know if my soul is saved
Cause sometimes I use curse words when I pray

My God my God and I
Don’t need a middle man

Healing Music

We went to Merlefest today.  This is a song by one of the bands that I was particularly looking forward to seeing, Scythian.

"Far Away"

Far away upon the other shore
I see the flags of home call from the whited moor
It won't be long til there be tears no more

Though ocean deep keep us apart
With back to oar we row with painted heart
It won't be long til we ne'er anon shall part

Though waves of sorrow crash
And fear of what morrow may bring with sainted lash
It won't be long til we drink out of one glass

Somewhere Else

It's workshop day, so I am not in school.  I have the email and the smart phone, but am foregoing the Web cam.  

Gone High Tech

You may have noticed, teacher,

I am not in school today,

But the remote mike on my desk,

Will record each word you say.

Switch on my laptop’s Web cam

When you have something to show,

And if you pass out homework,

Find my fax number below.

I’ve e-mail and a smart phone,

So I won’t be hard to reach.

Since I don’t need to be in class,

I’ll do lessons at the beach.

by Douglas Evans