Those early 70s; North Shore Lake Tahoe; a young lady - called herself Sam - took in Stray Dogs.
The Stray Dogs would pile all over the furnature; pass the guitar; pass the pipe; pass the sweet fellowship.
The evening would begin w/ the sound of John Denver's Poem's, Prayers and Promises floating from the stereo. That signaled the sharing, the caring, the circle.
A breath would happen everynow and again. Sam would play just the right song on the stereo. The Stray Dogs would begin again.
When Sam chose the evening to draw to a close, she would put on THE song - the Stray dogs would move from the furniture to the floor and become still.
Shel Silverteen's lyrics would flow from the heart of Gordon Lightfoot. And the Homeless Found a Home On Susan's Floor.
It's not the stuff of hit records. Most folks have trouble getting in touch with their Stray Dog - or admit to ever having one.
In a caring world, On Susans Floor would be the perfect song.
Alas,
The Rez
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It was a Beautiful Rainbow
A Beautiful Time in my Life
A Thing to Share
A Time to Care
To Be Alive
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