On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > >
> > >
> > > OLDENSONG
> > >
> > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > >
> > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > >
> > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > >
> > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> >
> > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> >
> Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.

Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > OLDENSONG
> > > >
> > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > >
> > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > >
> > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > >
> > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > >
> > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > >
> > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
Pendragon has something up his sleeve.

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:46:28 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > OLDENSONG
> > > > >
> > > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > > >
> > > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > > >
> > > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > > >
> > > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > > >
> > > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > > >
> > > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> > Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
> Pendragon has something up his sleeve.

Don't tell Michael Monkey that Bob Dylan recorded it -- he'll get sick.

On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:48:23 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:46:28 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > OLDENSONG
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > > > >
> > > > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > > > >
> > > > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> > > Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
> > Pendragon has something up his sleeve.
> Don't tell Michael Monkey that Bob Dylan recorded it -- he'll get sick.
It's also called "Home in the Dumpster" and "There's No Home if You're Homeless." Bob Dylan can't sing.

On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:22:50 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:48:23 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:46:28 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > OLDENSONG
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > > > > >
> > > > > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> > > > Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
> > > Pendragon has something up his sleeve.
> > Don't tell Michael Monkey that Bob Dylan recorded it -- he'll get sick.
> It's also called "Home in the Dumpster" and "There's No Home if You're Homeless." Bob Dylan can't sing.

He can't act either. His character, "Alias," in "Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid" was so bad it was funny.

On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 10:05:27 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:22:50 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:48:23 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:46:28 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > OLDENSONG
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > > > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > > > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > > > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > > > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > > > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > > > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > > > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > > > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > > > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > > > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > > > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > > > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > > > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > > > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > > > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > > > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > > > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > > > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > > > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > > > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > > > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > > > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > > > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > > > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > > > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > > > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> > > > > Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
> > > > Pendragon has something up his sleeve.
> > > Don't tell Michael Monkey that Bob Dylan recorded it -- he'll get sick.
> > It's also called "Home in the Dumpster" and "There's No Home if You're Homeless." Bob Dylan can't sing.
> He can't act either. His character, "Alias," in "Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid" was so bad it was funny.

Pickles and I spent an entire summer followin' him around on his concert tour like a coupla groupies. Pick even wrote a book about it.

On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 2:04:46 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 10:05:27 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:22:50 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:48:23 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:46:28 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > OLDENSONG
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > > > > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > > > > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > > > > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > > > > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > > > > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > > > > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > > > > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > > > > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > > > > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > > > > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > > > > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > > > > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > > > > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > > > > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > > > > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > > > > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > > > > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > > > > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > > > > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > > > > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > > > > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > > > > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > > > > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > > > > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > > > > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > > > > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> > > > > > Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
> > > > > Pendragon has something up his sleeve.
> > > > Don't tell Michael Monkey that Bob Dylan recorded it -- he'll get sick.
> > > It's also called "Home in the Dumpster" and "There's No Home if You're Homeless." Bob Dylan can't sing.
> > He can't act either. His character, "Alias," in "Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid" was so bad it was funny.
> Pickles and I spent an entire summer followin' him around on his concert tour like a coupla groupies. Pick even wrote a book about it.
Did you ride in the basket of his bicycle? We have heard that if you are at the rest stop where he died, you can still hear Pickles calling for Faline. "Faline, Faline, Faline, Faleeeeeeen! I'm floating here and someone stole my cat."

On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 3:02:16 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 2:04:46 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 10:05:27 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:22:50 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:48:23 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:46:28 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > OLDENSONG
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > > > > > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > > > > > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > > > > > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > > > > > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > > > > > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > > > > > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > > > > > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > > > > > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > > > > > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > > > > > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > > > > > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > > > > > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > > > > > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > > > > > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > > > > > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > > > > > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > > > > > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > > > > > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > > > > > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > > > > > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > > > > > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > > > > > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > > > > > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > > > > > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > > > > > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > > > > > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> > > > > > > Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
> > > > > > Pendragon has something up his sleeve.
> > > > > Don't tell Michael Monkey that Bob Dylan recorded it -- he'll get sick.
> > > > It's also called "Home in the Dumpster" and "There's No Home if You're Homeless." Bob Dylan can't sing.
> > > He can't act either. His character, "Alias," in "Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid" was so bad it was funny.
> > Pickles and I spent an entire summer followin' him around on his concert tour like a coupla groupies. Pick even wrote a book about it.
> Did you ride in the basket of his bicycle? We have heard that if you are at the rest stop where he died, you can still hear Pickles calling for Faline. "Faline, Faline, Faline, Faleeeeeeen! I'm floating here and someone stole my cat."
>

Aw, y'all knows A'hm too fat fer tuh sit in his basket.

On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 3:14:20 PM UTC-5, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 3:02:16 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 2:04:46 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 10:05:27 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:22:50 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:48:23 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:46:28 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:55:40 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:42:11 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 2:08:54 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > > > > On Thursday, March 12, 2015 at 9:28:27 AM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > > > > This is an experiment of sorts for me on two counts: fashioning my verse to fit a preexistent melodie and repeating words/images in a very loose rondel fashion. On the bright side, there can't be any question about the meter, since the beat of those pesky are-they-one-or-two-syllable-? words is determined by the music:
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > OLDENSONG
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > I dwelt alone in the forest green
> > > > > > > > > > > Where the sunbeams danced to a robin's song
> > > > > > > > > > > Where the morning dew kissed the leaves to sheen
> > > > > > > > > > > And the willow trees laughed to the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > > > > Green, green were those Summer days
> > > > > > > > > > > When the grass was warm as a friendly hand
> > > > > > > > > > > I'd roam 'neath the golden skies
> > > > > > > > > > > And i'd whistle the tune of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > She came to me on a robin's wing
> > > > > > > > > > > With her hair of red and her eyes of green
> > > > > > > > > > > She smiled at me and my heart did sing
> > > > > > > > > > > As we strolled hand in hand in the June breeze.
> > > > > > > > > > > Green, green was the willow bough
> > > > > > > > > > > And the trails that wound thru my woodland home,
> > > > > > > > > > > There we pledged a lovers' vow
> > > > > > > > > > > And we danced to the song of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > She dwelt with me in the forest green
> > > > > > > > > > > And our hearts were ripe as the Summer corn,
> > > > > > > > > > > Warm, warm were her smiles serene
> > > > > > > > > > > As we swayed in the wild woodland breezes.
> > > > > > > > > > > Gold, gold as the afterglow
> > > > > > > > > > > Of a shooting star in the midnight sky,
> > > > > > > > > > > Gold pages of long ago
> > > > > > > > > > > Blown away on the tides of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > For Autumn came with her patchwork gown
> > > > > > > > > > > And a carriage drawn by a fiery roan,
> > > > > > > > > > > Then Summer dreams all came tumbling down
> > > > > > > > > > > Like the red, gold, and brown of the dead leaves.
> > > > > > > > > > > Gone, gone was the robin's song
> > > > > > > > > > > As the skies grew pale and the grass turned cold
> > > > > > > > > > > Gone, gone was my maiden fair
> > > > > > > > > > > Swept away in the arms of the West Wind.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > My new favorite version of this timeless classic. It works well w/o the tune as well.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > Thank you, Julius. "Home in the Meadow" is my favorite.
> > > > > > > > Cain't say as I've heerd of this song. Did Bob Dylan ever record it?
> > > > > > > Pendragon has something up his sleeve.
> > > > > > Don't tell Michael Monkey that Bob Dylan recorded it -- he'll get sick.
> > > > > It's also called "Home in the Dumpster" and "There's No Home if You're Homeless." Bob Dylan can't sing.
> > > > He can't act either. His character, "Alias," in "Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid" was so bad it was funny.
> > > Pickles and I spent an entire summer followin' him around on his concert tour like a coupla groupies. Pick even wrote a book about it.
> > Did you ride in the basket of his bicycle? We have heard that if you are at the rest stop where he died, you can still hear Pickles calling for Faline. "Faline, Faline, Faline, Faleeeeeeen! I'm floating here and someone stole my cat."
> >
> Aw, y'all knows A'hm too fat fer tuh sit in his basket.

You're too fat to fit in your shed.