WATERFALLS by TLC. Poem by Michael Leach.
...we laugh in fearās face and sing words first sung by TLC...
...we laugh in fearās face and sing words first sung by TLC...
Why had nobody told me the descent from the mountain would be so much harder and more painful than the ascent? And when was this ear-worm going to disappear?
On her trip, she bought a baggy t-shirt at a thrift shop. Being the resident movie/book/music encyclopedia, she had asked me while she was gone if I had heard of Gregory Alan Isakov.
Thereās nothing the policewoman can do. My witness is the cloudless sky, and I know heāll lie about it.
The wash of sea set a score, emanating from the base of high cliffs. I hoisted a pack and travel guitar, and made my way toward town.
Sailing hard for ten hours, we ploughed our way into a lee at the mouth of a river, a sailorsā safe haven for centuries.
āItās love sickness, sir.ā I wanted to respond. āA bad case.ā
Nearly all the bands are new to me. The Decembrists. Pond. Sons Of Bill. Natalie Prass. Africa Express. Most of the songs are kind to my ears. And then, the final track.
A Michael Leach limerick recalls a precious moment.
before I left, I walked up to the boy and told him his music was divine; I was proud to have him with me.