Yesterday's hike through the Claremont trail was planned to be the ease-rider option but it turned out a little more tasking than was planned. Aches aside, being away from concrete and steel for those six hours couldn't have been more refreshing. The spatially removed mind seems to hike through regions below those otherwise saturated with externalities and to open up recesses that delight surprisingly. In one such introspective frame, I was running this song by Garth Hewitt through my head but kept stumbling over the lines. Verses have never been my forte and melodic progressions register better than the deftly crafted word configurations. But for some instinctive reason, the lines rolled on as if rehearsed along with the occasional plugs for gaps that tripped the flow.
My best friends are all poets
and they're livin on the dole,
Where they learn to pay the penalty
of trying to feed the soul.
Observers on a highway
where it doesnt know its rhyme
Wielding words like a weapon
as they walk through space and time.
Water into wine
can be pearls before the swine
In a world that prefers
violence to verse.
6 comments:
Wooo great pictures. I can just about catch the smell of the wide green outdoors. Trekking and all that heavy stuff tires me out in no time too but getting out of urban limits is so invigorating. Not to mention the fact that it makes for fabulous picture shoots :)
I'm guessing you're the one in glasses?
It's definitely a good season to hike around these parts. Id strongly recommend you make that hike happen. And to answer your question, unfortunately yes!!
mmm....enjoyed the post. Great pictures too.
Hi Daydreambeliever,
Thanks for stopping by and do surf around again.
Can you please please post the rest of the lyrics ? I learned this song in early 90s on cassette tape but forgotten the remainder of the song.
Can you please please post the rest of the lyrics ? I learned this song in early 90s on cassette tape but forgotten the remainder of the song.
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