When I used to be reduced
To great distress, I sat alone,
Leaning with my back on a trunk
Of a lofty tree and singing all the while
The song (The End) of the legendary band
(The Doors) which will never be shut down or locked.
I used to have my instrument,
But the notes were not marked on it;
There was a noise, but no blended melody.
The sound of the wood and my husky voice
Came together like the noise of the plough
Through the ground, yet suitably to the feelings
Of the birds and beasts and elves and spirits around.
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Charlie
Love ya!
Jane