Sunday, March 16, 2008

keep calling

Travelin' On

Cats in a pile on the porch swing
chickens all laid up to roost
Black dog's howling some fight song
And the darn peacock's still on the loose

And a memory worth keeping
keeps calling
The tune still fresh in my mind
You're not gone, no really
not truly
Was time for your travelin' on

The sun still shines on those cedars
the road still ends at my door
The war over there keeps on killing
and the sorrows continue to pour

And your memory worth keeping
keeps calling
The tune still fresh in my mind
You're not gone, no really
not truly
Was time for your travelin' on

The blanket there on the rocker
the one knitted 'specially for you
Grandma had took up her needles-
wove memories of warmth out of blue

And the memory's worth keeping
keep calling
The tunes still fresh in my mind
They're not gone, no really
not truly
Was time for their travelin' on
-Just time for their travelin' on


And we miss them, Lord knows
we miss them
To pretend that we don't is just wrong
and sayin' "was" is too endless-
I think they're just traveling on
Yeah-I believe they're all
travelin' on


(T.L. Starks)

2 comments:

Jan Doble said...

nice...beautiful, really. did you write it? if so, you ought to attach your name or initials to it. some sort of blog 'evidence' that YOU created it.

bam said...

magnificent. it's why I come to true wonder. first words i heard out of your mouth were pure poetry, and pure love. i hope someone puts it to music (it already is in my head). it's a song we all should sing. it's truly beautiful. and i know only one heart, one soul, one poet who coulda birthed something that beau-tiful. xoxox