Pluck me a dandelion child of God
place it in a vase and admire it !
Its just as pretty as the golden rod
and also quite potent I must admit

Believe in its charm like an infant
and trust it will light up your room
Treat it with love and though nesceint
the colors of it, will surely enfume

An original beauty now its your call  
tell it your secrets, it listens to you !
From seed to flower never a puffball
a twist of your hand and its feverfew  

Trust in the power of this little wild flower
it grows bravely for you and it never cowers.

Oh Summer, let me count thy ways as I bask
inside the sunlight of your sunny spice
Oh Summer, may I drink from your flaxen flask
before winter turns my skin as cold as ice

Oh Summer, dance me to the end of August
then dance me to the end of love.  
Oh Summer, before my memory turns to dust
come and fit me like a glove...

Oh Summer, favored amongst all seasons
with your golden rays of yupik mesquite  
Oh summer, give me all your fiery beacons
lay your leathery heat on me, replete

Oh Summer, Oh Summer, Oh Summer,  
you'll be gone soon and that is a ****** !

.

You !

Long time ago . . .

Indigo . . . ha !

What a name


There on 22nd street south

. . . Midnight's Voice . . .


Remember ?

We were young . . .

real , mean and lean . . .

invincible !

or so it seemed


Those nighthawks in the night sky . . .

diving in the lights

And those inside the bar
looking for a light

It was "Us" and "Them"
and anyone else foolish enough to join

Money was short
but we always made do



Red Mountain . . .

Vulcan . . . before the cage

Jones Valley . . . down below

Everything was up
turn around
and come down


God I loved that Mountaim

. . . it vibrated in magic

Long live the magic . . .

that I've lost


Living within but without

. . . how I wish you were here


________

Tribute to the early 1970's
Birmingham , Alabama

Vulcan - the largest cast iron statue in the world . Made in the image of the God Vulcan sitting on top of Red Mountain . At the time open free to the public 24 hours a day with stairs going up to the top of the head where a 360° balcony overlooked Jones Valley down below . Later so called improvements imposed a hefty entrance fee , an elevator replacing the stairs , and a cage built around the balcony and only open from 8 a.m.to 5 p.m. seven days a week . All of which ruined the magic of seeing uninterrupted views , sunrises and sunsets , stars and lights of the valley below .

Midnight's Voice - a bar downtown Southside where bands played

Nighthawks - a band from Washington D.C. that played often at Midnight's Voice

Indigo - Vietnam vet . I don't know if he was crazy
before 'Nam' but he sure was after . Real name was Ray . Could play one hell of a guitar especially when he got together with Mike McEachern .

It will always be . . . (us , us , us , us , us and them , them , them , them , them . . . after all we were only ordinary men) Pink Floyd