Just watching African Dream
Andre Rieu the worlds greatest entertainer
Who else could bring so much emotion
Into the world of classical music?
The man is absolutely amazing

The trees stand stark and bare
Against winters lead grey sky
The snow lays cold and deep
And the earth asleep doth lie
No small birds sing, no little things
Move across the land
The earth in hibernation, a long sleep
As winter makes her stand
I awake one morn in the early dawn
And warmth has come once more
A small bird sings a green leaf springs
From natures open door
Once again the earth awakes and life begins anew
And the bitter cold of winter
Has vanished like the dew

Something I always do in Summer
Is just sit beneath my tree
Yes, my tree
Why?
Because it's about a 3 kilometer walk along a deer path
Anyway sit under that spruce with its shade giving branches
And you enter another world
The heady aroma of pine resin fills the air
Squirrels chatter in contentment over my head
I watch insects unknown to me
Walk the aerial ways
Ants in synchronized dance
The bark cracks do invade
Even in a gentle rain Mollie and I can share this space
Just sit and crack open another beer
And live for another day
No noise but natures noise
No rancid petrol or diesel fumes
Just the smell of mole turned soil
The sound of natures tunes
You know I love to sit in these lonely places
Mollie at my feet
Sit here with a pen and pad
In this special place where I and nature meet
I come here to sit and write sometimes just to think
But all to often when I leave
The pad is shy of ink
You see most of the time I'm quite content
To sit in filtered sun
Most of all I'm so elated
When I join with nature
When nature and I merge as one

Tell me...
Tell me who you are
Tell me something about you
Tell me your name, what you do...
Tell me...tell me
What makes you happy and what makes you sad...
Tell me what you think when you go the river...
When you climb in that big tree, what do you see...
Tell about that tattoo on your neck...
That scar above your left eye...
Tell me... What's your favorite color,
Your favorite song...
That book you always carry around...
Tell me what inspires you...
Tell me about your world...
Because i would like to be part of it...

Woke up this morning to a real blizzard
Well about seventeen flakes an hour
Anyway I dressed Mollie in her little red waterproof
And walked her down along the river
Why in hell does twenty two pounds of fighting fury
Need to wear a waterproof coat?
Well because she's over eight years old
A really good age for a Patterdale Terrier
And just occasionally she has to be reminded about
Just how old she is
Why in hell do I bother?
Fifteen pounds spent on a waterproof coat
Temperature just about zero
And she decides to go for her morning swim
Obviously female, a male dog wouldn't be that stupid
Anyway got her home and towelled her down
And gave her a bowl of cornflakes and warm milk
And then
That smelly wet dog climbed all over me

Man I hate that dog