I am debating with the reddening sky the nature of the ideal horizon. Perhaps, the still whiteness of the northern most mountains refracting the first light of a newborn day and sending it scattering dancing over icy lakes or possibly, … Continue reading
Anne Hills
w&m by Anne Hills and Tom Paxton © 2000 Pax Music, ASCAP/Raven Heart Music, ASCAP From Anne’s album Under American Skies She was born dirt poor, grew up gangly and tall and the state gave her no real protection at … Continue reading
Certain times of day are ideal for dusting depending on the location of the windows within a room the way the sun exposes any crumb let this stellar confessor guide the cloth and always begin from the highest point leave … Continue reading
After you have scrubbed and gowned in that chilly-green cotton as I fall into the dreamless land that lies beneath this icy-white drift before you reach for the scalded scalpel take a moment to see me where I fit in … Continue reading
Bob Sill had a Bravo! bass voice rumbling, rich with thunder tender as warm rain quenching the thirsty church and theater halls but he loved to farm the land. He’d drive his tractor digging into the hard soil singing the … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills & David Roth © Raven Heart Music (ASCAP)/Maythelight Music (ASCAP) From Anne’s album with David Roth Rhubarb Trees David: Let us sit and talk together, let me help you understand Since I know that you are reaching, … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills, Michael Smith & David Roth © Raven Heart Music (ASCAP)/Bird Avenue Publishing (BMI)/Maythelight Music (ASCAP) From Anne’s album with David Roth Rhubarb Trees So you think your life’s a drama, cowgirl, listen here to me Ever since … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills © 1999 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) From Anne and Michael’s Paradise Lost and Found the sky opened up last evening and the stars got loose and fell now, I’m barefoot walkin’ on these broken pieces stumblin’ over … Continue reading
w&m David Roth & Anne Hills © Raven Heart Music(ASCAP)/Maythelight Music(BMI) From Anne’s album with David Roth Rhubarb Trees Rough red bark and lime green leaves Hold their own on rhubarb trees Underneath your gardening boots Bulging up are rhubarb … Continue reading
HUP 2 3 4 The peep-peep-peep from the hallway is not a fluffy chick, under incubator, but some measure of infusion or rhythm holding the line between earth and heaven’s reward (so, is … Continue reading