Bellowing harmonica notes Over his strumming acoustic cords Beautiful American poet Delighting throngs with lyrical gold Yourself yearning to be so bold Learning from a master yarner Awe struck he leaves us so No other can ever be so cool
Heard church bells today echo was hurling me back To when people actually heard Beautiful church bells ringing On a Sunday in the park and Waiting for the echo to hurl them back To a simpler Sunday in the park
under an umbrella yet no rain to shield nor sun to block it’s just there out of place in space blocking views of above of you never cared for umbrellas kind of depressing