The Rez
05-31-2005, 01:50 AM
May I please re-introduce the topic wherein we the Lightheads share our poems, prose, and "plyrics" (lyrics would have ruined the alliteration)
Patti: would you please consider re-posting your work?
I personally enjoyed the creative sharing. I understand the topic has been deleted. Shall we begin again?
I volunteer (Wait a minute! I learned really well how not to volunteer in the Army.) Well, since we're not at war with each other . . .
THERE'S SOMETHING 'BOUT MONTANA
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave behind
Wild horses run inside of me
At the stangest times
It's something in the rhythm
Riding in the rain
Calling out Montana
Calling out her name
There's something 'bout her beauty
winding through the waves
Longing for the ocean
Echoing through the caves
I sometimes hear her singing
Softly on my name
Whispering California
You'll never be the same
But I don't want to spoil her changes
By getting in the way
Or sing too many love songs
To try and make her stay
It's just that I keep turning
From in to outward bound
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave the sound
It's just that in the distance
Falling on a rhyme
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave behind
No points off for spelling,
The Rez
. . . and now Bullwinkle's Corner proudly presents . . .
[ May 31, 2005, 01:57: Message edited by: The Rez ]
Patti: would you please consider re-posting your work?
I personally enjoyed the creative sharing. I understand the topic has been deleted. Shall we begin again?
I volunteer (Wait a minute! I learned really well how not to volunteer in the Army.) Well, since we're not at war with each other . . .
THERE'S SOMETHING 'BOUT MONTANA
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave behind
Wild horses run inside of me
At the stangest times
It's something in the rhythm
Riding in the rain
Calling out Montana
Calling out her name
There's something 'bout her beauty
winding through the waves
Longing for the ocean
Echoing through the caves
I sometimes hear her singing
Softly on my name
Whispering California
You'll never be the same
But I don't want to spoil her changes
By getting in the way
Or sing too many love songs
To try and make her stay
It's just that I keep turning
From in to outward bound
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave the sound
It's just that in the distance
Falling on a rhyme
There's something 'bout Montana
I can't leave behind
No points off for spelling,
The Rez
. . . and now Bullwinkle's Corner proudly presents . . .
[ May 31, 2005, 01:57: Message edited by: The Rez ]