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Lillian Jordyn 2:200:00/2:20
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Borderline 4:510:00/4:51
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Good to Go 3:120:00/3:12
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Midnight in the Rain 7:310:00/7:31
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The Rowan Tree 8:390:00/8:39
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Skull Hill 3:220:00/3:22
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Song of the Turtle 5:040:00/5:04
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Son of David 3:220:00/3:22
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The Yellow Umbrella 4:550:00/4:55
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If I Were an Artist 4:290:00/4:29
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Wake Up the World 3:410:00/3:41
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Down to the River 3:070:00/3:07
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Tuesday, November 30, AD 2021
Louisville, Kentucky
Latitude: 38 13.4' N; Longitude: -85 44.4'' W
465 feet above sea level
Sunrise: 7:40; Sunset: 5:23
For the breathing creature to be un-aware that he is breathing is not good; and being in a hurry misses the point. Proverbs: 19:2
Words & Music, Sincerity & Roots
Previous events
Video - Front Porch Friday 4/17/20 - Skull Hill (click it)
Ready to Ride
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Jim Needler
Ready to Ride
For the friends & family of Paul “Red Oak” Puntenney
(Strong, good looking, burned hot & split easy)
Empty & Waiting
The bells had begun to ring & I looked into the mirror
Behind me people walking slowly toward the door
I’m empty & waiting for a change to come
Some inclination to put me back to work
You reach up & I reach down to pick you up
And then you are me w/ aching shoulders
Digging & lifting & sorting thru’ files
Looking for something to bring back the joy
Even Your Son
I saw the sky turn red & the crow
Came by from the west w/ the same old story
“The wind is rising & you’ll soon be gone”
Still there is some unfinished work
Kindness & generosity to be reciprocated
Even your son has offered his assistance
Careless cricket chirps on, oblivious
Spider in her web... song bird singing
This Given Day
The morning bird woke & began to sing
Soon the day would become obvious
Even to me in my disappointment
Too slow to be seen I slink thru’ shadows
Wanting to be generous I keep on looking
For something I might have that I could give to you
Something acceptable on this given day
Standing in this light & the morning birds singing
Wide Open & Free
Red magnolia seed shines in the pod
Cicada & crickets & once again mown lawns
Still I despair of tying anything together
Except for this time to the timeless being
Existence leads my eye to the sky
And back again in memory to the eyes I’ve seen
I long for you now sitting under this tree
Wishing you well wide open & free
A Blind Man at the Door
Humans walking wearing clothes
Synthesized materials against hot flesh
Tired & waiting, anxious to grow tired
Of everything that once stimulated their angry minds
Crowds gather outside to argue loudly
Over both sides of an unsubstantiated insinuation
Then come in or go out to eat blood & frolic
(There’s a blind man at the door & his ears are burning)
Best Wishes or a Trail of Ants
His shoes are dusty & his pants don’t fit
Grass turning brown... sparrows are thirsty
He doubts that he’ll ever finish his work
So he sends his best wishes & feels much better
Maybe later he’ll remember how to tell the story
Find a way to make up for all the tedium
A soft train whistle... a whirring of wheels
A trail of ants that comes & goes
Ready to Ride
There had been some rain during the night
Trees waving sadly w/ knowledge of autumn
And I’m sad too the red oak fallen
I’m walking slowly dragging a stick
Checking the sky for a lingering spirit
Old friend ready to ride range on the universe
Red hair flying & waving that Stetson
“Come on, jimmy, you won’t believe what’s out here”
Passing Thru’
Cool in the shade & the morning light
Mockingbird beside himself w/ so many tunes
I’m relaxed now learning to be grateful
Choices made about occupation – listening
In gratitude to those who’ve been kind to me
Thanking the one who’s beyond me
Walking the road we all must take
Just passing thru’ on my way home
Mostly Sky
Here below tree tops & ornate cornices
In the un-mown lawn surprise crocuses
I wait for a word a wonder a wisdom
Small but here among the others
Working for the renewal & preservation of existence
Reaching for all that we have in common
And hoping that we will stand up again
There’s more sky than anything else
A Sudden Gladness
Yellow leaves brighten the ground
Crocuses poking the sky w/ lavender
A sudden gladness to see & be seen
Passing thru’ the foyer w/ my hat in my hand
The special one in me has begun to expect
Kindness consideration & a satisfactory heft
Taking on the persona as well as the work
And the holly bush standing full of red berries
At the Curb/At the Center
At the curb had begun the piling of leaves
The opening up of the canopy of blue
Like a benefit of joining in on the conversation
W/ admiration for the ones who are able to speak
Submitting to each other an honest perspective
A pleasure that doesn’t depend on ridicule
And the sky still there in its infinite loop
Everywhere everyone at the center of the universe
