I wrote a total of thirty pieces this weekend, mostly wandering around the river and talking to friends. It was a good weekend to sit back and relax, listen to the river and the drums, and to remember what life is all about. By saturday night I had nearly lost my voice, but I managed to pull off at least a few melodies for the camp.
To The Troll
Lost friends,
When I was a child,
with a creative heart
full of youthful fantasy
and things you could not see
You were my friend,
The grumpy old troll,
to which I was not scared.
For you made me laugh
and made me believe
in friends like you and me.
As I step, one stride at a time,
I remembered that rhyme
whispered from beneath my feet.
It made me wonder and feel
to know friends could be so real.
So when I grow up without growing old,
I will not forget, you have my word.
Nay regret as I reach the end,
This question I have, I am not scared
Could I afford, my carefree friend,
would you let me cross your bridge again?
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- The Dreaming Memory of Clouds - December 11th, 2006
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