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)

Stone

What stories do you tell?

What little bits of life did you live?

What further

(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

Mourning today

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)