Back in, oh I guess it was 1966, when our little group was
putting together a folk-singing trio, I dabbled in a bit of song writing. I
didn’t get very far, but I did manage to complete one that we ended up
performing at the South Pasadena (CA) Music Festival a couple of years later.
We completed the song to a grand ovation, then launched
into our rousing encore number, If I Had
a Hammer. Visit my song with me ...
The Beauty of My Land
Waving wheat in
fields of gold,
Mighty rivers,
truths untold.
On the hillside,
look below and see
The beauty of my
land.
Oh, come and take
my hand,
Come and see her
majesty so grand.
Fortunately, I had committed that first verse to memory. There
were a few more, a requirement for public performance. Unfortunately, I had typed
them out on my portable typewriter and saved in a file folder when the wife and
I returned to Hawaii in 1972.
(It’s tragic that we had no personal desktops, laptops,
tablets, iPads, or mobile phones with digital storage in those days. They were
still many decades away.)
The song turned into “wayward socks,” you know the ones
that enter a washing machine and/or dryer, never to be seen again. Despite my
recent intensive search in all possible places the lyric sheet might have been hiding,
it’s disappeared.
Perhaps someday, I’ll have the energy and inclination to
complete the song with new lyrics.
No comments:
Post a Comment