SCRIBBLES FROM AN OLD NOTEBOOK/WHAT WAS I THINKING
Just moved the dust and found this book with unfinished scribbles so I offer them in no particular order except how they show. Parentheses denote my thoughts in reviewing the scraps.
Committed Quitters: (nothing else, just a title)
What stories do you tell?
What little bits of life did you live?
(it stops there)
Another place they said was good;
I did what any woman should
And sold the farm not knowing where to go.
And me and Peggy Anne McCrae
Took passage to America
And left behind the Lowlands low.
‘Twas something talking in my head
When I walked away from Willies bed
And landed in the Lowlands Low
(pretty sure I was trying to write a song here but will be blowed if I remember why or what for)
All my friends love my soldier
Who’s fighting the war we avoid.
Wimpy eggheads getting bolder
(Rush Limbaugh must have pissed me off that day)
The World is mourning.
Even as I watch the news
The sky is weeping.
No flashes here
Just constant thrum
And the occasional thunder.
I listen to the patter on the asphalt
Washing away yesterday
And watch the clouds scud across the sky
And promising tomorrow.
PAY ATTENTION TO JEFF!
(dunno, but I highlighted it at the time)
Don’t ever ask me not to be myself!
I’m proud of me!
Somewhere, sometimes along the line
There have been times
When I misplaced myself
But I never lost me!
I am the bulb you planted in the soil
And waited to see it grow
But, while you were watching
Farmers with shorter goals
And Arthur Daniel fertilizer
Poisoned the earth I nestled in.
Turned it from nurturing loam
To loathsome, warm, comforting moist malodorous madness.
But I stayed me!
(must have a good argument that night)