<a href = http://www.nfschillicothe.com/stuff/stuff.html>dood made this song for you led</a><br><br>I um.. like your poem........ ^_^

. . . I rise to the bait:<br><br>THE MACON<br>copyright 2001 by YerPalal <br><br>I’m just a simple seaman on the schooner Major Dade,<br>Filled with Portland lumber bound for Oakland’s building trade.<br>We neared the mouth of ‘Frisco bay just beating down the coast,<br>Our sails were full, our bellies too with morning eggs and toast.<br><br>We’re Captain Teague commanding and a first mate name of Twill,<br>A dozen able-bodies and the ship’s cook at the grill.<br>The morning wasn’t nothin’ new, we’d been this way before,<br>Like a thousand other coastal tramps between the sea and shore.<br><br>“It’s the Macon! Look, the Macon!” cried McKenzie from the bow,<br>And the captain bellowed lustily “What are ye sayin’ now?”<br>“If you’ve been drinkin’ yet agin I’ll have yer hide you swine.<br>I’ve got no berth for drunken sots on any ship of mine.”<br><br>But as the captain screamed at him the rest of us looked ‘round,<br>And each man’s head was turning just as each man heard her sound<br>Then off to port we see’d her just emergin’ from the haze<br>The morning sun had lit her up as if she was ablaze.<br><br>“It’s the Macon! Look, the Macon!” came the lookout’s cry again,<br>And God she was a beauty with her silver sunlit skin.<br>She hung a thousand feet in California’s morning skies,<br>And set her nose to seaward midst the startled seabird’s cries.<br><br>Then cookie with a pail of slops came up from below deck,<br>And headed for the leeward rail then stopped to crane his neck.<br>He set his load down by his foot and stared into the sky,<br>And marveled as the shiny ship passed through the sunlit sky.<br><br>The morning dew was shimmering atop her curving flank,<br>It sparkled like the ripples at a lazy river’s bank.<br>She was a gilded giant, a colossus of the air,<br>A stately queen a-floatin’ where the others didn’t dare.<br><br>“It’s the Macon! Look, the Macon!” cried the lookout from the bow,<br>And as we stood there gaping I just had to wonder how,<br>A thing so big, so beautiful could share a world so poor<br>Where merely mortals lived below, her beauty to adore <br><br>It’s the future lads, I swear, she’ll sweep us surface boats away,<br>And fly our cargoes through the sky by night or light of day.<br>And all poor sailor men like us’ll have to grow us wings,<br>And learn to fly aboard them lovely gilded glidin’ things<br><br>She crossed our bow and headed west to join our fleet at sea,<br>And Teague, he swung the helm toward shore and put our stern a’lee,<br>And leaning ‘gainst a starboard shroud I watched her out of sight.<br>And wondered to myself just where she might end up that night<br><br>We tied up to the quay and let the warf rats came on board,<br>And all of us worked through the night to offload every cord.<br>Till Duffy tuned the radio to catch the news at three,<br>That’s when we heard them say the Macon had gone down at sea.<br><br>It was as if a round house punch had struck us to a man<br>Cookie shook his head and turned back to his fryin’ pan<br>And me and Tucker walked back to the stern and looked to sea,<br>I stood there sorting through the feelings deep in me.<br><br>I got to see her once, it was a sight I won’t forget,<br>But now the sight’s a memory that fills me with regret<br>She was a thing of beauty, words can’t do the job for me,<br>Perhaps such beauty was not meant for earthly eyes to see.<br><br>And if there’s God in Heaven lads, and if he knows it’s me,<br>There’s just one favor that I ask if he’s admittin’ me,<br>I saw her once and if it isn’t too much then I plea,<br>That Macon’s stilll in Heaven’s skies for all of us to see.<br>

NOTE TO READERS:<br><br>If for any reason the above music and songs refuse to make any sense (or entertain you) then Dr. Rein recommends this perscription for Arts Appreciation Improvement:<br><br><img src=http://hempmuseum.org/SUBROOMS/BKMJforbmed.jpg>

wow I almost forgot that is what i am missing for the last one and a half week

HEY!!! Do you have a prescription for that ???

OK, ok . . . I get the hint . . .<br> <br> <br> <br>NO MORE POETRY<br>(phooey on the lot of you)

Turn not your eyes to where I point, <br>But see the place that you already know<br>Deep within the quiet, solid space<br>That never follows, yet always leads...<br><br>---------<br><br>Violets are purple,<br>Roses are Red...<br>One thing I can tell you<br>THIS THREAD IS DEAD! <br><br>

Thai (went he,) and light as nutmeg<br>one part sassafras, one part sage<br>strawberry seasoned, blueberry blended<br>crad from the stock on the Munich Mage<br>daintily dusted, finely ground<br>bought in Bradford, two quid a pound

Hmmmm I see says the blind man <br><img alt="Old Man Wayne, by Danny Custodio, Langara College" src="http://www.langara.bc.ca/photography/ppoc/images/custodio_a.jpg" border="1" width="294" height="324"><br>THIS THREAD IS DEAD!<br>

the thread is dead<br>dead in my arms<br>arm yourself for protection<br>protect yourself from others<br>other people are looking for you<br>you need to hide<br>hide somewhere safe<br>save yourself...

Yet this very thread lies <br>In the throws of deceasing...<br><br>No blood can it bring itself,<br>For we are its feeders, breeders <br>Leaders it starves for...<br><br>Stick a fork in it...<br>for it is DONE like DINNER!

DINNER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br>fill me belly wid da holy berries, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah,<br>ZION !

Pause<br>My fingers<br>Wait <br>For the word<br>Nothing<br>Is free here<br>Accept<br>And be accepted<br>Spill the wine<br>Taste that girl

Uh-oh, do I feel another song is in the offing?

ha ! I can read in this Robin !