ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords,
And think that you were hard and unkind,
And blame you with many bitter words.

they say I'm not
a real poem
and speak of rot
and lots of foam
they fish for treasure
lost down deep
while I swim free
from hook and creep.

he's got the words
he's got the feel
he's got a pole
and likes to reel
and once he caught
a pretty fish
upon the line
and quite a dish

her scales of gold
and eyes so blue
with seaweed hair
a corn silk hue  
and in her mouth
the line was caught
just through the lip
he pulled it taught

and as she spoke
he seemed more troubled
a fish which speaks?
the water bubbled.

She said "I don't
appreciate,
the thing you masquerade
with bait
I much prefer
the real hand
the poem which reads
just like a man
without the lies
without a catch
the one who tries
my tail to ******!

and then he quickly
loosed the hook
and tossed that fish
back in the brook
he settled down
upon the shore
and pondered words
which meant much more....

Lyrics by Dan Schutte

Chorus:
Yahweh, I know you are near,
standing always at my side.
You guard me from the foe,
and you lead me in ways everlasting.

1.  Lord, you have searched my heart,
and you know when I sit and when I stand.
Your hand is upon me protecting me from death,
keeping me from harm.

2.
Where can I run from Your love?
If I climb to the heavens You are there;
If I fly to the sunrise or sail beyond the sea,
still I'd find You there.

3.
You know my heart and its ways,
you who formed me before I was born
in the secret of darkness before I saw the sun
in my mother's womb.

4.
Marvelous to me are Your works;
how profound are Your thoughts, my Lord.
Even if I could count them, they number as the stars,
You would still be there.

there is nothing like leaving
except for arriving! or both!
there is nothing like a lightning bolt
until the thunder...or both!
there is nothing like a soaking rain
until the smell of the air following! or both!
There is nothing like a winter in Florida
except for the change of all four seasons! Or both!
there is nothing like individuality
except for being one with someone you LOVE! or both!
there is nothing like ice cream
except for a good work out! or both!
there is nothing like a cold beer
except for ice cold water when you are parched! or both!
There is nothing like a chunk of dark chocolate
except for an unopened package of dark chocolate! or both!
there is nothing like chatting with you
except for actually being with you! Or both!

Power line cutting a thick
Scar across the
Hillside of
Trees.
Signatures of Civilisation; straight
Lines and angles,
Perfect circles. All within
What has none.
Needs none.
Wants none.

Maimed and modified
By the cynical scalpel
Of laziness named Progress,
By incompetent
Surgeons.

Waterfalls tamed and forced
Through turbines.
This naked mountaintop
Was a mile stone
For pedestrian generations.
Now it holds that giant antenna
Like a spiteful eyesore
To those who love
The land.

Power and signals, to sit
In air conditioned comfort
And watch
Nature shows on TV.

No grand plan or scheme, but a vision
and only one thing to report
and this thing that I'm wishin' would be to go fishin'
away from the noise of this sort.