Rain Dancing With Sherry

The rain was frozen slush
covering my windshield.
We were stopped
at a red light.

We were on the way
to the Medical Center
to see a friend
who had been injured or sick.

I was tuned in to that
snip-snap sound
of the windshield wipers
imagining a secret poem.

After the visit
we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
I was watching her eat some soup
watching the colors
shifting in Sherry's eyes.

I had flown with the pagans
read poetry to the apes.
Now I had run out of space
with a Sand Witch on an island.

This last little bunch
is all memory.
What follows here now
is later in the story.
Narrating fragments of
an ever changing present.

Sherry looked ravishing
in her candy striped t-shirt
and snug denim jacket.
It was no longer jail bait with her
not so long ago it was.

I remember Sherry sitting
under a tree with me.
With an umbrella
like we were in some water world.

And later
on that arid little hill
behind Carver High School
where I first met her.
Stoned and repeating her name
while she couldn't
seem to answer.

I had seen her there
looking so sad
wandering down that hillside.
Life went on and so did we
I didn't see her again
after that

Back in the present
three years later
time for another rain dance.

As she sipped her soup
I took note of her chestnut hair
and spooky green eyes.

Around us
I could hear talk of the rain
everyone talking about the rain.

-Will Dockery / October 1981

----
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html

On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>
> The rain was frozen slush
> covering my windshield.
> We were stopped
> at a red light.
>
> We were on the way
> to the Medical Center
> to see a friend
> who had been injured or sick.
>
> I was tuned in to that
> snip-snap sound
> of the windshield wipers
> imagining a secret poem.
>
> After the visit
> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
> I was watching her eat some soup
> watching the colors
> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>
> I had flown with the pagans
> read poetry to the apes.
> Now I had run out of space
> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>
> This last little bunch
> is all memory.
> What follows here now
> is later in the story.
> Narrating fragments of
> an ever changing present.
>
> Sherry looked ravishing
> in her candy striped t-shirt
> and snug denim jacket.
> It was no longer jail bait with her
> not so long ago it was.
>
> I remember Sherry sitting
> under a tree with me.
> With an umbrella
> like we were in some water world.
>
> And later
> on that arid little hill
> behind Carver High School
> where I first met her.
> Stoned and repeating her name
> while she couldn't
> seem to answer.
>
> I had seen her there
> looking so sad
> wandering down that hillside.
> Life went on and so did we
> I didn't see her again
> after that
>
> Back in the present
> three years later
> time for another rain dance.
>
> As she sipped her soup
> I took note of her chestnut hair
> and spooky green eyes.
>
> Around us
> I could hear talk of the rain
> everyone talking about the rain.
>
> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html

How many times have you posted this p.o.s?

REPORTED AS SPAM

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>
>> The rain was frozen slush
>> covering my windshield.
>> We were stopped
>> at a red light.
>>
>> We were on the way
>> to the Medical Center
>> to see a friend
>> who had been injured or sick.
>>
>> I was tuned in to that
>> snip-snap sound
>> of the windshield wipers
>> imagining a secret poem.
>>
>> After the visit
>> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> I was watching her eat some soup
>> watching the colors
>> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>
>> I had flown with the pagans
>> read poetry to the apes.
>> Now I had run out of space
>> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>
>> This last little bunch
>> is all memory.
>> What follows here now
>> is later in the story.
>> Narrating fragments of
>> an ever changing present.
>>
>> Sherry looked ravishing
>> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> and snug denim jacket.
>> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> not so long ago it was.
>>
>> I remember Sherry sitting
>> under a tree with me.
>> With an umbrella
>> like we were in some water world.
>>
>> And later
>> on that arid little hill
>> behind Carver High School
>> where I first met her.
>> Stoned and repeating her name
>> while she couldn't
>> seem to answer.
>>
>> I had seen her there
>> looking so sad
>> wandering down that hillside.
>> Life went on and so did we
>> I didn't see her again
>> after that
>>
>> Back in the present
>> three years later
>> time for another rain dance.
>>
>> As she sipped her soup
>> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> and spooky green eyes.
>>
>> Around us
>> I could hear talk of the rain
>> everyone talking about the rain.
>>
>> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html

> How many times

Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

🙂

On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
> >>
> >> The rain was frozen slush
> >> covering my windshield.
> >> We were stopped
> >> at a red light.
> >>
> >> We were on the way
> >> to the Medical Center
> >> to see a friend
> >> who had been injured or sick.
> >>
> >> I was tuned in to that
> >> snip-snap sound
> >> of the windshield wipers
> >> imagining a secret poem.
> >>
> >> After the visit
> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
> >> I was watching her eat some soup
> >> watching the colors
> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
> >>
> >> I had flown with the pagans
> >> read poetry to the apes.
> >> Now I had run out of space
> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
> >>
> >> This last little bunch
> >> is all memory.
> >> What follows here now
> >> is later in the story.
> >> Narrating fragments of
> >> an ever changing present.
> >>
> >> Sherry looked ravishing
> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
> >> and snug denim jacket.
> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
> >> not so long ago it was.
> >>
> >> I remember Sherry sitting
> >> under a tree with me.
> >> With an umbrella
> >> like we were in some water world.
> >>
> >> And later
> >> on that arid little hill
> >> behind Carver High School
> >> where I first met her.
> >> Stoned and repeating her name
> >> while she couldn't
> >> seem to answer.
> >>
> >> I had seen her there
> >> looking so sad
> >> wandering down that hillside.
> >> Life went on and so did we
> >> I didn't see her again
> >> after that
> >>
> >> Back in the present
> >> three years later
> >> time for another rain dance.
> >>
> >> As she sipped her soup
> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
> >> and spooky green eyes.
> >>
> >> Around us
> >> I could hear talk of the rain
> >> everyone talking about the rain.
> >>
> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
> >>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>
> > How many times
> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

"We were on the way
to the Medical Center
to see a friend
who had been injured or sick."

Or something. Anyway, he was in the hospital, so something must have been wrong with him.

But what did you care? You were too busy getting stoned and thinking about getting laid.

Some friend.

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>
>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >
>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>> >>
>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>> >> covering my windshield.
>> >> We were stopped
>> >> at a red light.
>> >>
>> >> We were on the way
>> >> to the Medical Center
>> >> to see a friend
>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>> >>
>> >> I was tuned in to that
>> >> snip-snap sound
>> >> of the windshield wipers
>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>> >>
>> >> After the visit
>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>> >> watching the colors
>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>> >>
>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>> >> Now I had run out of space
>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>> >>
>> >> This last little bunch
>> >> is all memory.
>> >> What follows here now
>> >> is later in the story.
>> >> Narrating fragments of
>> >> an ever changing present.
>> >>
>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> >> not so long ago it was.
>> >>
>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>> >> under a tree with me.
>> >> With an umbrella
>> >> like we were in some water world.
>> >>
>> >> And later
>> >> on that arid little hill
>> >> behind Carver High School
>> >> where I first met her.
>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>> >> while she couldn't
>> >> seem to answer.
>> >>
>> >> I had seen her there
>> >> looking so sad
>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>> >> Life went on and so did we
>> >> I didn't see her again
>> >> after that
>> >>
>> >> Back in the present
>> >> three years later
>> >> time for another rain dance.
>> >>
>> >> As she sipped her soup
>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>> >>
>> >> Around us
>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>
>> > How many times
>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

> "We were on the way
> to the Medical Center
> to see a friend
> who had been injured or sick."

> Or something. Anyway, he was in the hospital, so something must have been wrong with him.

> But what did you care? You were too busy getting stoned and thinking about getting laid.

> Some friend.

"Don't mistake the speaker of the poem with the writer of the poem." -karla Rogers

🙂

On Friday, December 23, 2022 at 12:08:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>
> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
> >>
> >> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >
> >> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
> >> >>
> >> >> The rain was frozen slush
> >> >> covering my windshield.
> >> >> We were stopped
> >> >> at a red light.
> >> >>
> >> >> We were on the way
> >> >> to the Medical Center
> >> >> to see a friend
> >> >> who had been injured or sick.
> >> >>
> >> >> I was tuned in to that
> >> >> snip-snap sound
> >> >> of the windshield wipers
> >> >> imagining a secret poem.
> >> >>
> >> >> After the visit
> >> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
> >> >> I was watching her eat some soup
> >> >> watching the colors
> >> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
> >> >>
> >> >> I had flown with the pagans
> >> >> read poetry to the apes.
> >> >> Now I had run out of space
> >> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
> >> >>
> >> >> This last little bunch
> >> >> is all memory.
> >> >> What follows here now
> >> >> is later in the story.
> >> >> Narrating fragments of
> >> >> an ever changing present.
> >> >>
> >> >> Sherry looked ravishing
> >> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
> >> >> and snug denim jacket.
> >> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
> >> >> not so long ago it was.
> >> >>
> >> >> I remember Sherry sitting
> >> >> under a tree with me.
> >> >> With an umbrella
> >> >> like we were in some water world.
> >> >>
> >> >> And later
> >> >> on that arid little hill
> >> >> behind Carver High School
> >> >> where I first met her.
> >> >> Stoned and repeating her name
> >> >> while she couldn't
> >> >> seem to answer.
> >> >>
> >> >> I had seen her there
> >> >> looking so sad
> >> >> wandering down that hillside.
> >> >> Life went on and so did we
> >> >> I didn't see her again
> >> >> after that
> >> >>
> >> >> Back in the present
> >> >> three years later
> >> >> time for another rain dance.
> >> >>
> >> >> As she sipped her soup
> >> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
> >> >> and spooky green eyes.
> >> >>
> >> >> Around us
> >> >> I could hear talk of the rain
> >> >> everyone talking about the rain.
> >> >>
> >> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
> >> >>
> >> >> ----
> >> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
> >>
> >> > How many times
> >> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
> > "We were on the way
> > to the Medical Center
> > to see a friend
> > who had been injured or sick."
> > Or something. Anyway, he was in the hospital, so something must have been wrong with him.
>
> > But what did you care? You were too busy getting stoned and thinking about getting laid.
>
> > Some friend.
> "Don't mistake the speaker of the poem with the writer of the poem." -karla Rogers

Shut up, Donkey.

Tomorrow Stinky George will be here posting about how he remembers what a lovely young woman "Sherry" was.

The poem takes place in October 1981, about two years before I met Zod.

HTH and HAND.

On Friday, December 23, 2022 at 12:32:05 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> The poem takes place in October 1981, about two years before I met Zod.

So... it would seem that Karla's statement doesn't apply.

Damn, but you're one dumb ass Donkey!

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Friday, December 23, 2022 at 12:32:05 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> The poem takes place in October 1981, about two years before I met Zod.

> So... it would seem that Karla's statement doesn't apply

No, I'm just pointing out your confusion with the timeline of when I met General Zod.

Interview with Zod for cable television:

https://youtu.be/nla61NcT9Wo

Watch the video, pay attention.

🙂

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Friday, December 23, 2022 at 12:08:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>
>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> >>
>> >> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> >
>> >> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>> >> >>
>> >> >> The rain was frozen slush
>> >> >> covering my windshield.
>> >> >> We were stopped
>> >> >> at a red light.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> We were on the way
>> >> >> to the Medical Center
>> >> >> to see a friend
>> >> >> who had been injured or sick.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I was tuned in to that
>> >> >> snip-snap sound
>> >> >> of the windshield wipers
>> >> >> imagining a secret poem.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> After the visit
>> >> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> >> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>> >> >> watching the colors
>> >> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I had flown with the pagans
>> >> >> read poetry to the apes.
>> >> >> Now I had run out of space
>> >> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> This last little bunch
>> >> >> is all memory.
>> >> >> What follows here now
>> >> >> is later in the story.
>> >> >> Narrating fragments of
>> >> >> an ever changing present.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>> >> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> >> >> and snug denim jacket.
>> >> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> >> >> not so long ago it was.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>> >> >> under a tree with me.
>> >> >> With an umbrella
>> >> >> like we were in some water world.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> And later
>> >> >> on that arid little hill
>> >> >> behind Carver High School
>> >> >> where I first met her.
>> >> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>> >> >> while she couldn't
>> >> >> seem to answer.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I had seen her there
>> >> >> looking so sad
>> >> >> wandering down that hillside.
>> >> >> Life went on and so did we
>> >> >> I didn't see her again
>> >> >> after that
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Back in the present
>> >> >> three years later
>> >> >> time for another rain dance.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> As she sipped her soup
>> >> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> >> >> and spooky green eyes.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Around us
>> >> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>> >> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>> >> >>
>> >> >> ----
>> >> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>> >>
>> >> > How many times
>> >> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
>> > "We were on the way
>> > to the Medical Center
>> > to see a friend
>> > who had been injured or sick."
>> > Or something. Anyway, he was in the hospital, so something must have been wrong with him.
>>
>> > But what did you care? You were too busy getting stoned and thinking about getting laid.
>>
>> > Some friend.
>> "Don't mistake the speaker of the poem with the writer of the poem."
-Karla Rogers

>

> Tomorrow Zod will be here posting about how he remembers what a lovely young woman "Sherry" was.

Zod might refer to Chastain Sherry who is a real person but different from the Sherry in this poem.

HTH and HAND.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>
>> The rain was frozen slush
>> covering my windshield.
>> We were stopped
>> at a red light.
>>
>> We were on the way
>> to the Medical Center
>> to see a friend
>> who had been injured or sick.
>>
>> I was tuned in to that
>> snip-snap sound
>> of the windshield wipers
>> imagining a secret poem.
>>
>> After the visit
>> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> I was watching her eat some soup
>> watching the colors
>> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>
>> I had flown with the pagans
>> read poetry to the apes.
>> Now I had run out of space
>> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>
>> This last little bunch
>> is all memory.
>> What follows here now
>> is later in the story.
>> Narrating fragments of
>> an ever changing present.
>>
>> Sherry looked ravishing
>> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> and snug denim jacket.
>> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> not so long ago it was.
>>
>> I remember Sherry sitting
>> under a tree with me.
>> With an umbrella
>> like we were in some water world.
>>
>> And later
>> on that arid little hill
>> behind Carver High School
>> where I first met her.
>> Stoned and repeating her name
>> while she couldn't
>> seem to answer.
>>
>> I had seen her there
>> looking so sad
>> wandering down that hillside.
>> Life went on and so did we
>> I didn't see her again
>> after that
>>
>> Back in the present
>> three years later
>> time for another rain dance.
>>
>> As she sipped her soup
>> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> and spooky green eyes.
>>
>> Around us
>> I could hear talk of the rain
>> everyone talking about the rain.
>>
>> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html

> How many times

How many times are you planning on childishly trolling me?

🙂

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>
>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >
>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>> >>
>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>> >> covering my windshield.
>> >> We were stopped
>> >> at a red light.
>> >>
>> >> We were on the way
>> >> to the Medical Center
>> >> to see a friend
>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>> >>
>> >> I was tuned in to that
>> >> snip-snap sound
>> >> of the windshield wipers
>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>> >>
>> >> After the visit
>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>> >> watching the colors
>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>> >>
>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>> >> Now I had run out of space
>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>> >>
>> >> This last little bunch
>> >> is all memory.
>> >> What follows here now
>> >> is later in the story.
>> >> Narrating fragments of
>> >> an ever changing present.
>> >>
>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> >> not so long ago it was.
>> >>
>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>> >> under a tree with me.
>> >> With an umbrella
>> >> like we were in some water world.
>> >>
>> >> And later
>> >> on that arid little hill
>> >> behind Carver High School
>> >> where I first met her.
>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>> >> while she couldn't
>> >> seem to answer.
>> >>
>> >> I had seen her there
>> >> looking so sad
>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>> >> Life went on and so did we
>> >> I didn't see her again
>> >> after that
>> >>
>> >> Back in the present
>> >> three years later
>> >> time for another rain dance.
>> >>
>> >> As she sipped her soup
>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>> >>
>> >> Around us
>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>
>> > How many times
>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

> "We were on the way
> to the Medical Center
> to see a friend
> who had been injured or sick."

So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>
>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> >
>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>> >>
>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>>> >> covering my windshield.
>>> >> We were stopped
>>> >> at a red light.
>>> >>
>>> >> We were on the way
>>> >> to the Medical Center
>>> >> to see a friend
>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>>> >>
>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>>> >> snip-snap sound
>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>>> >>
>>> >> After the visit
>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>>> >> watching the colors
>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>> >>
>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>> >>
>>> >> This last little bunch
>>> >> is all memory.
>>> >> What follows here now
>>> >> is later in the story.
>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>>> >> an ever changing present.
>>> >>
>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>>> >>
>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>>> >> under a tree with me.
>>> >> With an umbrella
>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>>> >>
>>> >> And later
>>> >> on that arid little hill
>>> >> behind Carver High School
>>> >> where I first met her.
>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>>> >> while she couldn't
>>> >> seem to answer.
>>> >>
>>> >> I had seen her there
>>> >> looking so sad
>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>>> >> I didn't see her again
>>> >> after that
>>> >>
>>> >> Back in the present
>>> >> three years later
>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>>> >>
>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>>> >>
>>> >> Around us
>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>>> >>
>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>> >>
>>> >> ----
>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>>
>>> > How many times
>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

>> "We were on the way
>> to the Medical Center
>> to see a friend
>> who had been injured or sick."

> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.

Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>>
>>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> >
>>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>>> >>
>>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>>>> >> covering my windshield.
>>>> >> We were stopped
>>>> >> at a red light.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> We were on the way
>>>> >> to the Medical Center
>>>> >> to see a friend
>>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>>>> >> snip-snap sound
>>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> After the visit
>>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>>>> >> watching the colors
>>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> This last little bunch
>>>> >> is all memory.
>>>> >> What follows here now
>>>> >> is later in the story.
>>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>>>> >> an ever changing present.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>>>> >> under a tree with me.
>>>> >> With an umbrella
>>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> And later
>>>> >> on that arid little hill
>>>> >> behind Carver High School
>>>> >> where I first met her.
>>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>>>> >> while she couldn't
>>>> >> seem to answer.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had seen her there
>>>> >> looking so sad
>>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>>>> >> I didn't see her again
>>>> >> after that
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Back in the present
>>>> >> three years later
>>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Around us
>>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>>> >>
>>>> >> ----
>>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>>>
>>>> > How many times
>>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

>>> "We were on the way
>>> to the Medical Center
>>> to see a friend
>>> who had been injured or sick."

>> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.

> Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?

A different Sherry.

On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:40:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>
> >>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
> >>>>
> >>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>> >
> >>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
> >>>> >> covering my windshield.
> >>>> >> We were stopped
> >>>> >> at a red light.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> We were on the way
> >>>> >> to the Medical Center
> >>>> >> to see a friend
> >>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> I was tuned in to that
> >>>> >> snip-snap sound
> >>>> >> of the windshield wipers
> >>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> After the visit
> >>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
> >>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
> >>>> >> watching the colors
> >>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
> >>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
> >>>> >> Now I had run out of space
> >>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> This last little bunch
> >>>> >> is all memory.
> >>>> >> What follows here now
> >>>> >> is later in the story.
> >>>> >> Narrating fragments of
> >>>> >> an ever changing present.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
> >>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
> >>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
> >>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
> >>>> >> not so long ago it was.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
> >>>> >> under a tree with me.
> >>>> >> With an umbrella
> >>>> >> like we were in some water world.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> And later
> >>>> >> on that arid little hill
> >>>> >> behind Carver High School
> >>>> >> where I first met her.
> >>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
> >>>> >> while she couldn't
> >>>> >> seem to answer.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> I had seen her there
> >>>> >> looking so sad
> >>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
> >>>> >> Life went on and so did we
> >>>> >> I didn't see her again
> >>>> >> after that
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> Back in the present
> >>>> >> three years later
> >>>> >> time for another rain dance.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> As she sipped her soup
> >>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
> >>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> Around us
> >>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
> >>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> ----
> >>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
> >>>>
> >>>> > How many times
> >>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
>
> >>> "We were on the way
> >>> to the Medical Center
> >>> to see a friend
> >>> who had been injured or sick."
>
> >> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.
>
> > Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?
> A different Sherry.

I know that Chastain Sherry loved Bogart...

Zod wrote:

> On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:40:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:
>>
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>
>> >>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> >>>>
>> >>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>>> >
>> >>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>> >>>> >> covering my windshield.
>> >>>> >> We were stopped
>> >>>> >> at a red light.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> We were on the way
>> >>>> >> to the Medical Center
>> >>>> >> to see a friend
>> >>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>> >>>> >> snip-snap sound
>> >>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>> >>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> After the visit
>> >>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> >>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>> >>>> >> watching the colors
>> >>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>> >>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>> >>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>> >>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> This last little bunch
>> >>>> >> is all memory.
>> >>>> >> What follows here now
>> >>>> >> is later in the story.
>> >>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>> >>>> >> an ever changing present.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>> >>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> >>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>> >>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> >>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>> >>>> >> under a tree with me.
>> >>>> >> With an umbrella
>> >>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> And later
>> >>>> >> on that arid little hill
>> >>>> >> behind Carver High School
>> >>>> >> where I first met her.
>> >>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>> >>>> >> while she couldn't
>> >>>> >> seem to answer.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> I had seen her there
>> >>>> >> looking so sad
>> >>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>> >>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>> >>>> >> I didn't see her again
>> >>>> >> after that
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> Back in the present
>> >>>> >> three years later
>> >>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>> >>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> >>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> Around us
>> >>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>> >>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> ----
>> >>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>> >>>>
>> >>>> > How many times
>> >>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
>>
>> >>> "We were on the way
>> >>> to the Medical Center
>> >>> to see a friend
>> >>> who had been injured or sick."
>>
>> >> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.
>>
>> > Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?
>> A different Sherry.

> I know that Chastain Sherry loved Bogart...

Yes, that will be a part of my poem about her, still not written down.

:)

On Friday, 30 December 2022 at 22:50:13 UTC+1, Will Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
>
> > On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:40:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> General-Zod wrote:
> >>
> >> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> >> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
> >>
> >> >>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >>>> >
> >> >>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
> >> >>>> >> covering my windshield.
> >> >>>> >> We were stopped
> >> >>>> >> at a red light.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> We were on the way
> >> >>>> >> to the Medical Center
> >> >>>> >> to see a friend
> >> >>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> I was tuned in to that
> >> >>>> >> snip-snap sound
> >> >>>> >> of the windshield wipers
> >> >>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> After the visit
> >> >>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
> >> >>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
> >> >>>> >> watching the colors
> >> >>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
> >> >>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
> >> >>>> >> Now I had run out of space
> >> >>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> This last little bunch
> >> >>>> >> is all memory.
> >> >>>> >> What follows here now
> >> >>>> >> is later in the story.
> >> >>>> >> Narrating fragments of
> >> >>>> >> an ever changing present.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
> >> >>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
> >> >>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
> >> >>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
> >> >>>> >> not so long ago it was.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
> >> >>>> >> under a tree with me.
> >> >>>> >> With an umbrella
> >> >>>> >> like we were in some water world.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> And later
> >> >>>> >> on that arid little hill
> >> >>>> >> behind Carver High School
> >> >>>> >> where I first met her.
> >> >>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
> >> >>>> >> while she couldn't
> >> >>>> >> seem to answer.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> I had seen her there
> >> >>>> >> looking so sad
> >> >>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
> >> >>>> >> Life went on and so did we
> >> >>>> >> I didn't see her again
> >> >>>> >> after that
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> Back in the present
> >> >>>> >> three years later
> >> >>>> >> time for another rain dance.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> As she sipped her soup
> >> >>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
> >> >>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> Around us
> >> >>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
> >> >>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
> >> >>>> >>
> >> >>>> >> ----
> >> >>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> >>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> > How many times
> >> >>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
> >>
> >> >>> "We were on the way
> >> >>> to the Medical Center
> >> >>> to see a friend
> >> >>> who had been injured or sick."
> >>
> >> >> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.
> >>
> >> > Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?
> >> A different Sherry.
>
> > I know that Chastain Sherry loved Bogart...
> Yes, that will be a part of my poem about her, still not written down.
>
> :)

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Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

>> On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:40:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> General-Zod wrote:
>>>
>>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> >> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>>
>>> >>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> >>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>> >>>>
>>> >>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> >>>> >
>>> >>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>>> >>>> >> covering my windshield.
>>> >>>> >> We were stopped
>>> >>>> >> at a red light.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> We were on the way
>>> >>>> >> to the Medical Center
>>> >>>> >> to see a friend
>>> >>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>>> >>>> >> snip-snap sound
>>> >>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>>> >>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> After the visit
>>> >>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>>> >>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>>> >>>> >> watching the colors
>>> >>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>>> >>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>>> >>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>>> >>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> This last little bunch
>>> >>>> >> is all memory.
>>> >>>> >> What follows here now
>>> >>>> >> is later in the story.
>>> >>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>>> >>>> >> an ever changing present.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>>> >>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>>> >>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>>> >>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>>> >>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>>> >>>> >> under a tree with me.
>>> >>>> >> With an umbrella
>>> >>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> And later
>>> >>>> >> on that arid little hill
>>> >>>> >> behind Carver High School
>>> >>>> >> where I first met her.
>>> >>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>>> >>>> >> while she couldn't
>>> >>>> >> seem to answer.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> I had seen her there
>>> >>>> >> looking so sad
>>> >>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>>> >>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>>> >>>> >> I didn't see her again
>>> >>>> >> after that
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> Back in the present
>>> >>>> >> three years later
>>> >>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>>> >>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>>> >>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> Around us
>>> >>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>>> >>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>> >>>> >>
>>> >>>> >> ----
>>> >>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>> >>>>
>>> >>>> > How many times
>>> >>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
>>>
>>> >>> "We were on the way
>>> >>> to the Medical Center
>>> >>> to see a friend
>>> >>> who had been injured or sick."
>>>
>>> >> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.
>>>
>>> > Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?
>>> A different Sherry.

>> I know that Chastain Sherry loved Bogart...

> Yes, that will be a part of my poem about her, still not written down.

> :)

Outstanding...!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Zod wrote:

>>> On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:40:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> General-Zod wrote:
>>>>
>>>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> >> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>>>
>>>> >>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> >>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>> >>>>
>>>> >>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> >>>> >
>>>> >>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>>>> >>>> >> covering my windshield.
>>>> >>>> >> We were stopped
>>>> >>>> >> at a red light.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> We were on the way
>>>> >>>> >> to the Medical Center
>>>> >>>> >> to see a friend
>>>> >>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>>>> >>>> >> snip-snap sound
>>>> >>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>>>> >>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> After the visit
>>>> >>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>>>> >>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>>>> >>>> >> watching the colors
>>>> >>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>>>> >>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>>>> >>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>>>> >>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> This last little bunch
>>>> >>>> >> is all memory.
>>>> >>>> >> What follows here now
>>>> >>>> >> is later in the story.
>>>> >>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>>>> >>>> >> an ever changing present.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>>>> >>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>>>> >>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>>>> >>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>>>> >>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>>>> >>>> >> under a tree with me.
>>>> >>>> >> With an umbrella
>>>> >>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> And later
>>>> >>>> >> on that arid little hill
>>>> >>>> >> behind Carver High School
>>>> >>>> >> where I first met her.
>>>> >>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>>>> >>>> >> while she couldn't
>>>> >>>> >> seem to answer.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> I had seen her there
>>>> >>>> >> looking so sad
>>>> >>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>>>> >>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>>>> >>>> >> I didn't see her again
>>>> >>>> >> after that
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> Back in the present
>>>> >>>> >> three years later
>>>> >>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>>>> >>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>>>> >>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> Around us
>>>> >>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>>>> >>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>>> >>>> >>
>>>> >>>> >> ----
>>>> >>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>>> >>>>
>>>> >>>> > How many times
>>>> >>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
>>>>
>>>> >>> "We were on the way
>>>> >>> to the Medical Center
>>>> >>> to see a friend
>>>> >>> who had been injured or sick."
>>>>
>>>> >> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.
>>>>
>>>> > Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?
>>>> A different Sherry.

>>> I know that Chastain Sherry loved Bogart...

>> Yes, that will be a part of my poem about her, still not written down.

>> :)

> Outstanding...!

Thanks again for the positive feedback, my friend.

General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
>>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> >
>>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>>> >>
>>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>>>> >> covering my windshield.
>>>> >> We were stopped
>>>> >> at a red light.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> We were on the way
>>>> >> to the Medical Center
>>>> >> to see a friend
>>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>>>> >> snip-snap sound
>>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> After the visit
>>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>>>> >> watching the colors
>>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> This last little bunch
>>>> >> is all memory.
>>>> >> What follows here now
>>>> >> is later in the story.
>>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>>>> >> an ever changing present.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>>>> >> under a tree with me.
>>>> >> With an umbrella
>>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> And later
>>>> >> on that arid little hill
>>>> >> behind Carver High School
>>>> >> where I first met her.
>>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>>>> >> while she couldn't
>>>> >> seem to answer.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had seen her there
>>>> >> looking so sad
>>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>>>> >> I didn't see her again
>>>> >> after that
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Back in the present
>>>> >> three years later
>>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Around us
>>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>>> >>
>>>> >> ----
>>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>>>
>>>> > How many times
>>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

>>> "We were on the way
>>> to the Medical Center
>>> to see a friend
>>> who had been injured or sick."

>> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.

> Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?

No, different Sherry.

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Friday, December 23, 2022 at 12:08:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>
>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> >>
>> >> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> >
>> >> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>> >> >>
>> >> >> The rain was frozen slush
>> >> >> covering my windshield.
>> >> >> We were stopped
>> >> >> at a red light.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> We were on the way
>> >> >> to the Medical Center
>> >> >> to see a friend
>> >> >> who had been injured or sick.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I was tuned in to that
>> >> >> snip-snap sound
>> >> >> of the windshield wipers
>> >> >> imagining a secret poem.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> After the visit
>> >> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> >> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>> >> >> watching the colors
>> >> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I had flown with the pagans
>> >> >> read poetry to the apes.
>> >> >> Now I had run out of space
>> >> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> This last little bunch
>> >> >> is all memory.
>> >> >> What follows here now
>> >> >> is later in the story.
>> >> >> Narrating fragments of
>> >> >> an ever changing present.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>> >> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> >> >> and snug denim jacket.
>> >> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> >> >> not so long ago it was.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>> >> >> under a tree with me.
>> >> >> With an umbrella
>> >> >> like we were in some water world.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> And later
>> >> >> on that arid little hill
>> >> >> behind Carver High School
>> >> >> where I first met her.
>> >> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>> >> >> while she couldn't
>> >> >> seem to answer.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> I had seen her there
>> >> >> looking so sad
>> >> >> wandering down that hillside.
>> >> >> Life went on and so did we
>> >> >> I didn't see her again
>> >> >> after that
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Back in the present
>> >> >> three years later
>> >> >> time for another rain dance.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> As she sipped her soup
>> >> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> >> >> and spooky green eyes.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Around us
>> >> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>> >> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>> >> >>
>> >> >> ----
>> >> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>> >>
>> >> > How many times
>> >> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.
>> > "We were on the way
>> > to the Medical Center
>> > to see a friend
>> > who had been injured or sick."
>> > Or something. Anyway, he was in the hospital, so something must have been wrong with him.
>>
>> > But what did you care? You were too busy getting stoned and thinking about getting laid.
>>
>> > Some friend.
>> "Don't mistake the speaker of the poem with the writer of the poem." -karla Rogers

> Shut up

Don't hold your breath, little monkey.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>>
>>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> >
>>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>>> >>
>>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>>>> >> covering my windshield.
>>>> >> We were stopped
>>>> >> at a red light.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> We were on the way
>>>> >> to the Medical Center
>>>> >> to see a friend
>>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>>>> >> snip-snap sound
>>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> After the visit
>>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>>>> >> watching the colors
>>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> This last little bunch
>>>> >> is all memory.
>>>> >> What follows here now
>>>> >> is later in the story.
>>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>>>> >> an ever changing present.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>>>> >> under a tree with me.
>>>> >> With an umbrella
>>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> And later
>>>> >> on that arid little hill
>>>> >> behind Carver High School
>>>> >> where I first met her.
>>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>>>> >> while she couldn't
>>>> >> seem to answer.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had seen her there
>>>> >> looking so sad
>>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>>>> >> I didn't see her again
>>>> >> after that
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Back in the present
>>>> >> three years later
>>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Around us
>>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>>> >>
>>>> >> ----
>>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>>>
>>>> > How many times
>>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

>>> "We were on the way
>>> to the Medical Center
>>> to see a friend
>>> who had been injured or sick."

>> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.

> Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?

Different characters.

On Thursday, January 22, 2023 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>
> The rain was frozen slush
> covering my windshield.
> We were stopped
> at a red light.
>
> We were on the way
> to the Medical Center
> to see a friend
> who had been injured or sick.
>
> I was tuned in to that
> snip-snap sound
> of the windshield wipers
> imagining a secret poem.
>
> After the visit
> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
> I was watching her eat some soup
> watching the colors
> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>
> I had flown with the pagans
> read poetry to the apes.
> Now I had run out of space
> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>
> This last little bunch
> is all memory.
> What follows here now
> is later in the story.
> Narrating fragments of
> an ever changing present.
>
> Sherry looked ravishing
> in her candy striped t-shirt
> and snug denim jacket.
> It was no longer jail bait with her
> not so long ago it was.
>
> I remember Sherry sitting
> under a tree with me.
> With an umbrella
> like we were in some water world.
>
> And later
> on that arid little hill
> behind Carver High School
> where I first met her.
> Stoned and repeating her name
> while she couldn't
> seem to answer.
>
> I had seen her there
> looking so sad
> wandering down that hillside.
> Life went on and so did we
> I didn't see her again
> after that
>
> Back in the present
> three years later
> time for another rain dance.
>
> As she sipped her soup
> I took note of her chestnut hair
> and spooky green eyes.
>
> Around us
> I could hear talk of the rain
> everyone talking about the rain.
>
> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html

Good DAY... quite outstanding....

Zod wrote:

> On Thursday, January 22, 2023 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>
>> The rain was frozen slush
>> covering my windshield.
>> We were stopped
>> at a red light.
>>
>> We were on the way
>> to the Medical Center
>> to see a friend
>> who had been injured or sick.
>>
>> I was tuned in to that
>> snip-snap sound
>> of the windshield wipers
>> imagining a secret poem.
>>
>> After the visit
>> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>> I was watching her eat some soup
>> watching the colors
>> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>
>> I had flown with the pagans
>> read poetry to the apes.
>> Now I had run out of space
>> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>
>> This last little bunch
>> is all memory.
>> What follows here now
>> is later in the story.
>> Narrating fragments of
>> an ever changing present.
>>
>> Sherry looked ravishing
>> in her candy striped t-shirt
>> and snug denim jacket.
>> It was no longer jail bait with her
>> not so long ago it was.
>>
>> I remember Sherry sitting
>> under a tree with me.
>> With an umbrella
>> like we were in some water world.
>>
>> And later
>> on that arid little hill
>> behind Carver High School
>> where I first met her.
>> Stoned and repeating her name
>> while she couldn't
>> seem to answer.
>>
>> I had seen her there
>> looking so sad
>> wandering down that hillside.
>> Life went on and so did we
>> I didn't see her again
>> after that
>>
>> Back in the present
>> three years later
>> time for another rain dance.
>>
>> As she sipped her soup
>> I took note of her chestnut hair
>> and spooky green eyes.
>>
>> Around us
>> I could hear talk of the rain
>> everyone talking about the rain.
>>
>> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry..html

> Good DAY... quite outstanding....

Hello there my friend, great to see you again.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>>
>>>> > On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> >
>>>> >> Rain Dancing With Sherry
>>>> >>
>>>> >> The rain was frozen slush
>>>> >> covering my windshield.
>>>> >> We were stopped
>>>> >> at a red light.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> We were on the way
>>>> >> to the Medical Center
>>>> >> to see a friend
>>>> >> who had been injured or sick.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I was tuned in to that
>>>> >> snip-snap sound
>>>> >> of the windshield wipers
>>>> >> imagining a secret poem.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> After the visit
>>>> >> we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
>>>> >> I was watching her eat some soup
>>>> >> watching the colors
>>>> >> shifting in Sherry's eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had flown with the pagans
>>>> >> read poetry to the apes.
>>>> >> Now I had run out of space
>>>> >> with a Sand Witch on an island.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> This last little bunch
>>>> >> is all memory.
>>>> >> What follows here now
>>>> >> is later in the story.
>>>> >> Narrating fragments of
>>>> >> an ever changing present.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Sherry looked ravishing
>>>> >> in her candy striped t-shirt
>>>> >> and snug denim jacket.
>>>> >> It was no longer jail bait with her
>>>> >> not so long ago it was.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I remember Sherry sitting
>>>> >> under a tree with me.
>>>> >> With an umbrella
>>>> >> like we were in some water world.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> And later
>>>> >> on that arid little hill
>>>> >> behind Carver High School
>>>> >> where I first met her.
>>>> >> Stoned and repeating her name
>>>> >> while she couldn't
>>>> >> seem to answer.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> I had seen her there
>>>> >> looking so sad
>>>> >> wandering down that hillside.
>>>> >> Life went on and so did we
>>>> >> I didn't see her again
>>>> >> after that
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Back in the present
>>>> >> three years later
>>>> >> time for another rain dance.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> As she sipped her soup
>>>> >> I took note of her chestnut hair
>>>> >> and spooky green eyes.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> Around us
>>>> >> I could hear talk of the rain
>>>> >> everyone talking about the rain.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> -Will Dockery / October 1981
>>>> >>
>>>> >> ----
>>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
>>>>
>>>> > How many times
>>>> Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

>>> "We were on the way
>>> to the Medical Center
>>> to see a friend
>>> who had been injured or sick."

>> So, the personal details of his condition are not important to the poem.

> Is the Sherry in this poem Chastain Sherry...?

No, different characters with the same first name.

:)