Wednesday, April 20, 2011

the howl

There was a time the world was ours
No big tall buildings, no noisy cars
No people with guns, shooting at
Everything they see
When we could howl
As a family
When we could roam our world
At will
Not worrying about if we would
Be killed
The moon our beacon, the sun our friend
We did not think this would ever end


Anonymous said...

Hey, L!
I'd love you to consider a slightly different take on the's Dar Williams' "Mortal City" on the album also called "Mortal City."

I would love to hear what you have to say about it...really, it changed the way I think forever.

Beautiful words, my friend! :0)
~Christopher Boos

karen lyons kalmenson said...

thank you christopher B


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