Yes, I am drawn to that one, too. It took several tries to get it to start right, as there were a number of false beginnings and dreadful rhyme traps. But once it started, it poured right out...thanks very much for reading these, and for your comments.
I am all the more grateful to you for reading this, then, even though you are familiar with neither story. @Timothy M. had good advice about where to pick up the thread of A to Z; you can ask him. This was meant to be a pastorale, in contrast to the other, more turbulent main stories. I am glad you got that sense. I hope you will continue with these few chapters, at least. Thanks so much for reading.
Thank you, Wolf, for your really generous words. Alas, Mom passed away, but peacefully in a quiet place with a garden view a few weeks ago. Your reaction to this poem of observations brings both smiles and tears. Again, thank you.
Yes, only two more. But I hope these few offer a fair glimpse of new friends and new lives. Your words are so kind, especially as these chapters were difficult to produce. Thank you.
The gift was Skinny's, as he brought the scene to life as we worked. He left me to complete it. Andy and Zander must be very unusual to Twoey and David, still more to Gary and Mel. Thank you for reading this and commenting!
As you know the Park, then imagine how much fun they had on that day. It was a wonderful collaboration, and I only regret it was our first and last. I hope this is worthy of Skinny.
You are no figment, but real to me. I am glad for that. And your hope to be taken home strikes a deep chord in me. You cry out a deep and important idea in this poem. You'll love me like I need you to reminds me that we each need to be loved by different people we know in our lives in different ways. But it is love we need. Beautiful.
This was an amusing project Skinnydragon and I started almost a year ago. In it, characters from two of our stories spent a day together. Skinny asked me to complete the story, but it has taken me a long time to do so.
Largely self-taught, Billings left us a large body of work, and a fascinating musicological look into the mind of Colonial North America. And this piece is awesome - a real tour de force of Billings' approach to choral work. Thank you for sharing this one with us!
"Hang on a second Gary, okay?"
I stopped, more than a little impatiently, waiting there with Mel for my friend Twoey. He had feet planted in place and phone pressed to ear. "No, we going someplace Gary scouted out."
We'd gotten up way too early in the dark morning hours. We needed to make the drive over to Letchworth State Park and arrive by early morning.
"Love you. See you on the course." Twoey pocketed the phone, shyly looking up at us.
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