Sunday, July 29, 2007

A Poem about Sand-Hill Cranes

Thanks to the teacher from Ontario CA who had his 4th graders read this at a talk on poetry for English learner schoolchildren at CATESOL in about 1998. They really put the zap on my head with this poem and others, like the Lion's speech from "The Wizard of Oz." Who _did_ put the ape in apricot?




The Sand-Hill Crane

By Mary Austin

Whenever the days are cool and clear,

The sand-hill crane goes walking,

Across the field by the flashing weir,

Slowly, solemnly stalking.

The little frogs in the tules hear,

And jump for their lives if he comes near;

The fishes scuttle away in fear

When the sand-hill crane goes walking.

The field folk know if he comes that way,

Slowly, solemnly stalking,

There is danger and death in the least delay,

When the sand-hill crane goes walking.

The chipmunks stop in the midst of play;

The gophers hide in their holes away;

And “Hush, oh, hush!”

the field-mice say,

When the sand-hill

crane goes walking.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Still Got That Look

Heard this on KPIG and laughed. Couldn't find the singalong lyrics anywhere online, so transcribed them myself. Enjoyez vous!


Still Got That Look

By Jim Ringer

From the Album “The Best of Jim Ringer: The Band of Jesse James”

Lyrics transcribed by Piet

His life was a shambles, every day was a gamble,

Orange Sunshine burned his mind up long ago.

Have a listen, he learned, and any way he turned,

He found out was the wrong way to go.

Now he wears shiny shoes, he swears he’s found truth,

And all he’s learned up to now has been lies,

He used to take acid, and now he loves god,

But he’s still got that look in his eyes.

Every day he spends hours tryin’ to pin flowers,

On folks who ain’t got time to smell.

And he tries to explain, if you miss your plane,

Well, that’s better than your burnin’ in hell.

That old preacher believes it’s the workin’s of Jesus,

That old preacher just don’t realize,

He used to take acid, and now he loves god,

But he’s still got that look in his eyes.

His mama back home kinda wishes he’d phone,

But his dad hopes he don’t call today.

The last time he called was sometime last fall,

For money and to beg them to pray,

Well the church had his money, and his clothes are still funny,

And them new shoes ain’t even his size,

He used to take acid, and now he loves god,

But he’s still got that look in his eyes.

Yeah,

He used to take acid, and now he loves god,

But he’s still got that look in his eyes.