Alone

I've been promising (threatening?) to sing for a while now. Finally got a moment to splice something together as an experiment in GarageBand. Nifty app.

Just me and an acoustic.

ALONE MP3

I think each of us
must take the earth
into our own hands

to sift out the stones
select the seed
to till our own lands

too long I spent
in fields of others
weeds growing in mine

now I build fences
tend to my fields
sow to reap my find

What I've wanted from life is freedom to do things that are important to me. To explore. To create. To love. To enjoy fellowship. Recognizing no moral authority higher than myself, yet leaving our world a slightly better place than when I arrived, in 1967. To be free of restrictions, and to grant the same to others.

What's the phrase, again? "Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."

My back is sore, my hand blistered from turning the soil with a shovel in our garden. Spring is here. A few parsley and red lettuce plants survived winter, representing a continuity of life and the ferocious explosion of green we expect in a month or so.