April Rain Song

Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.

The rain makes running pools in the gutter.

The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night--

And I love the rain.

Opening Day!

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Centerfield

John Fogerty

Well, a-beat the drum and hold the phone

The sun came out today

We're born again, there's new grass on the field

A-roundin' third and headed for home

It's a brown-eyed handsome man

Anyone can understand the way I feel

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Look at me, I can be centerfield

Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine

Watching it from the bench

You know I took some lumps, when the mighty Case struck out

So say hey, Willie, tell the Cobb 

And Joe DiMaggio

Don't say it ain't so, you know the time is now

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Look at me, I can be centerfield

Yeah, I got it, I got it

Got a beat-up glove, a home-made bat

And a brand new pair of shoes

You know I think it's time to give this game a ride

Just to hit the ball, and touch 'em all

A moment in the sun

It's a-gone and you can tell that one good-bye

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Look at me (yeah), I can be centerfield

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today

Look at me, gotta be, centerfield

Yeah

The Ozark Mountain Daredevils are in my top 3 of all time favorite bands. John Dillon wrote a gem of a song, Beauty In The River. My official Easter song. Love the saw at the intro.......

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Beauty In The River
John Dillon

There's a beauty in the river
There's a beauty in the stream
There's a beauty in the forest at night
When the lonely night bird screams

And there's so much time for singin'
And so much time for words
There's so much time to listen
And so much time to be heard

There's a brighter day 'round the corner
There's a crown behind the hill
There's a city of light on that foggy mountain top
Where the wind is never still

And there's so much time in livin'
And so much time to die
There's so much time for laughin'
And so much time to cry

We must all stand in the water
We must find it when we roam
It don't matter what is said
We can wake up from the dead and roll away the stone
We can roll away the stone

There's a truth in the eyes of my woman
That no mortal ever knew
She lights my way like the coming of the day
When the sun shines on the dew

And there's so much time for singin'
And so much time for words
There's so much time to listen
And so much time to be heard

We must all stand in the water
We must find it when we roam
It don't matter what is said
We can wake up from the dead and roll away the stone
We can roll away the stone
(Hallelujah)

We must all stand in the water
We must find it when we roam
It don't matter what is said
We can wake up from the dead and roll away the stone
We can roll away the stone
(Lord, Lord)

We must all stand in the water
We must find it when we roam
It don't matter what is said
We can wake up from the dead and roll away the stone
We can roll away the stone

Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey

Hayden Carruth

Scrambled eggs and whiskey 

in the false-dawn light. Chicago, 

a sweet town, bleak, God knows, 

but sweet. Sometimes. And 

weren’t we fine tonight? 

When Hank set up that limping 

treble roll behind me 

my horn just growled and I 

thought my heart would burst. 

And Brad M. pressing with the 

soft stick, and Joe-Anne 

singing low. Here we are now 

in the White Tower, leaning 

on one another, too tired 

to go home. But don’t say a word, 

don’t tell a soul, they wouldn’t 

understand, they couldn’t, never 

in a million years, how fine, 

how magnificent we were 

in that old club tonight.

Writing prompt was nothing.

Two Times Nothin’ Blues

                                    Walt Sample                                      

One and one makes two at least that what I thought

One and one makes two at least that what I thought

But Two times nothin’ nothin’ 

Baby that’s all we got

We used to go together just like hot sauce and eggs

We used to go together just like hot sauce and eggs

Now there ain’t enough spark left  

To light a powder keg

Our love grew old ‘cause you were always lookin’ for new

Our love grew old ‘cause you were always lookin’ for new

You can take back what you borrowed

But you can’t escape the blues

Don’t come a knockin’ when you end up crawlin’ the floor

Don’t come a knockin’ when you end up crawlin’ the floor

I changed all the locks

On my hearts door

One and one makes two at least that what I thought

One and one makes two at least that what I thought

But Two times nothin’ nothin’ 

Baby that’s all we got

Writing prompt was chasing dreams.

I Was So Much Richer 

                    Walt Sample                        

I thought I was chasing my dreams but I was only collecting dollars 

Climbed the ladder to the top but I was chokin' under the white collar 

Couldn't breathe didn't feel alive life was just passing me by 

Felt like a scare crow stuffed with money I was hollow inside 

Oh I was so much richer when all I had was friends

Oh I was so much  richer when all I  had to spend

Was time with them

I had too much of everything but it still wasn't enough 

Red corvettes hundred foot yacht diamonds on my cuffs 

Bought low sold high like a glutton I wanted all the pie 

Then I found out there are some things money just can’t buy 

Oh I was so much richer when all I had was friends

Oh I was so much  richer when all I  had to spend

Was time with them

From a Country Overlooked

Tom Hennen

 There are no creatures you cannot love.

 A frog calling at God 

From the moon-filled ditch 

As you stand on the country road in the June night. 

The sound is enough to make the stars weep 

With happiness. 

In the morning the landscape green 

Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass. 

The day is carried across its hours 

Without any effort by the shining insects 

That are living their secret lives. 

The space between the prairie horizons

 Makes us ache with its beauty. 

Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue 

To the farthest cold dark in the universe. 

The cottonwood also talks to you 

Of breeze and speckled sunlight. 

You are at home in these 

great empty places 

along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.

 You are comfortable in this spot 

so full of grace and being 

that it sparkles like jewels 

spilled on water.