By
Leigh Eaton
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don’t have any idea which is my favorite here… they are all good! Calypso
“My Friend the Wind”
I listened to the wind, and he said "come go with me, And I will show you things most folks will never see. I wasn't sure if what I heard was really meant for me. So I said quite loudly, I am ready if you can really do this for me.
He stooped down low so I could get on his wing, And suddenly my heart began to sing. Away we flew over mountains and deserts, and plain and trees. Forests green and deep blue seas.
The wind said, "I am tired. I think I'll rest a while" So he sat me down on a lovely tropical isle. I gaze in awe of flowers so rare, and sweet bird songs Filled the air.
The wind came back and said "I’ll take you home today. I said "No thanks, I like it here and here is Where I'll stay!
Leigh show me what’s down the next road Eaton |
“Rain”
It's raining in the Ozarks, It's raining on the plain, It's raining on the desert, And even in old
It's raining in the mid-west, It's raining on the sea It's raining on the city streets, And raining down on me.
The rivers all are flooded The bridges washed away. Smith mountain is an island It's raining night and day,
I asked the sun if he ever Would come back out to play. He said "yes, but when I do come back, I'm coming back to stay." Then he said: ”P.S. You had better enjoy the rain while you've got it!"
Leigh the rain lover |
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Well the sun is goin'
down again, pine trees singin' in the wind, no coyotes howlin' No birds a-wingin' Cause it's lonesome in I feel so all alone but I
can make it on my own. I'm leaving cuttin' loose ,because it's lonesome In I'm gonna hit new ground;
there's new stuff to be found, Every thing will be just
fine, cause it's lonesome in Now I'm in the city crowd,
too many people to be around The music is just way too
loud, I'm goin' back to
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“My Homeland” Hills give way to prairies And back to hills again The woods are suddenly thicker And it begins to rain.
"I must be headed to the shore Where Big ships come in and out of port, And lovers say goodbye."
Where alligators rule the swamp, Marshlands rule the bay Mosquitoes rule the bayou And it rains some more each day.
In the swamps, palmettos Guard the orchids rare, Where we strolled through forest glades, And ironwood lines the trail of the bear.
No panthers roam the Thicket now, Most of it is gone. Only a little trace remains Of what was once my home.
The Thicket is no longer thick Too many feet have crost' Cutting , burning and slashing And never stop to count the cost.
" I must be headed to the shore Where Big ship sail in and out of port, And lovers say goodbye"
Tree Hugger Leigh Eaton |
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“The Very Best Time of the Year!”
A nice, long summer has spoiled us all, But that's all over, and now it's fall... The trees will let their leaves drop down, some red and gold but mostly brown. And even though the limbs are bare, sweet autumn scents will fill the air. Burning leaves and fireplaces bright, and soon we'll have a spooky night. Witches and goblins will knock on your door, looking for cookies and candy Galore. A wise neighbor will never know who they are, even with folks waiting in the car. A prudent parent will examine each sack, (keep all the chocolate, give the rest of it back.) And then comes the big old harvest moon, bringing romance as if it were June. Then Thanksgiving comes: I can hardly wait to see how much food I can get on My plate. Leigh |
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White elephant parties are not for the weak; Giraffes are silent...they cannot speak. Puppies and kittens get fleas and such, Lions and tigers will eat your lunch. Let them alone and you will see They won't bother you; they'll let you be. Leigh |
On Christmas eve I like to see Gifts piled high under a big green tree. But this year the tree will just stay bare. I'm saving my money for traveling fare! Leigh |
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“My No pine trees singing in the wind, No rain to beat a tattoo on my brain! No thunder, no lightning, no limbs to break, No branches to fall across the lane. No stormy clouds churn in the sky, No leaves to turn to gold No grass to cut, no leaves to burn, No need to come in from the cold. The morning sun comes slowly, But day lingers long and bright. Nobody rushes from place to place, And serenity comes at night. Leigh |
“To a Rain Lover”
A song lives in every drop of rain; It sings to me on our window pane. It may come down very fast or slow...no-matter; it makes the flowers grow.
It wets the land,, and muddies the sand, Makes our royalty howl with pain. It fills the ponds for horses and cows, And blesses the roof of our lovely house.
Then it stops, and all dries up... Not enough water to fill a cup. Then the thunder booms and says "see, I told you there would be more rain."
Then it cools and soothes and help us snooze, When once again it sings to us on our window pane!
From a fellow-rain lover. Leigh Eaton (Doodsie) |
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“Good Mornin'” A big jet flew over me today. Not many of them come this way. It could be a star of rock 'n' roll. More likely just the Border Patrol! |
“Ode from Desert Rat”
The desert sand is dry and warm, Unbroken stillness across the land. But is it really what it seems? Just watch and then you'll understand.
The cacti and the barren branches Come to life in the strangest way. A little cold and a little rain, And everything changes in just a day.
Blossoms on the fearsome thorns Become an awesome sight. In all the colors of the rainbow, Blended together in a carpet of bright.
When the rain is gone, and The flowering's done, and the sand is dry again, The cacti hides to bloom once more When the Good Lord sends the rain!
P.S. Lord, we know that Mark Twain said
"God sends rain when we deserve it, but remember Lord,
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