Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Pretty is the flower before it wilts with age.
The journey of a book ends with the last page
unless there is a sequel, but life is not that way,
like the flower we will wilt one day.
So take the journey slowly savoring the view
before the last page is turned on you.

Never judge a book by the dust upon its cover,
doesn’t mean inside there is no wisdom to discover.
Never dismiss a flower before its petals show
or its beauty you will never know.
Never dismiss yourself as if you are a weed,
even a dandelion is beautiful from flower to seed.

8-29-05

I hope all of you make it to the Summer's Almost Gone Jam this weekend at darc. Doreen has more info posted in her announcement section.

iblieve

nice work
Gordon Lightfoot song comes to mind.
"For souls are not reborn"

C
I will try to make it, but I am no poet and I know it.

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I’m standin’ in the doorway
My head bowed in my hands
Not knowin’ where to sit
Not knowin’ where to stand
My father looms above me
For him there is no rest
My mother’s arms enfold me
And hold me to her breast
They say you been out wandrin’
They say you travelled far
Sit down young stranger
And tell us who you are

The room has all gone misty,
My thoughts are all in spin
Sit down young stranger
And tell us where you been

I’ve been up to the mountain
I’ve walked down by the sea
I never questioned no one
And no one questioned me
My love was given freely
And oftimes was returned
I never came to borrow
I only came to learn

Sometimes it would get lonely
But it taught me how to cry
And laughter came too easy
For life to pass me by
I never had a dollar
That I didn’t earn with pride
Cause I had a million daydreams
To keep me satisfied

And will you gather daydreams
Or will you gather wealth
How can you find your fortune
When you cannot find yourself
My mother’s eyes grow misty
There’s a tremblin’ in her hand
Sit down young stranger
I do not understand

Now will you try to tell us
You been too long at school
That knowledge is not needed
That power does not rule
That war is not the answer
That young men should not die
Sit down young stranger
I wait for your reply

The answer is not easy
For souls are not reborn
To wear the crown of peace
You must wear the crown of thorns
If jesus had a reason
I’m sure he would not tell
We treated him so badly
How could he wish us well

The parlor now is empty
There’s nothin’ left to say
My father has departed
My mother’s gone to pray
There’s rockets in the meadows
And ships out on the sea
The answer’s in the forest
Carved upon a tree

John loves mary
Does anyone love me

We are all poets brother, thanks for the comment. "C"