Happy Birthday Woody Guthrie ~ from one Okie to Another

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From this morning’s Writers Almanac by Garrison Keillor ~

Today is the birthday of Woodrow Wilson – aka “Woody” – Guthrie (books by this author) born in Okemah, Oklahoma (1912).
 Woody Guthrie never finished high school, but he spent his spare time reading books at the local public library. He took occasional jobs as a sign painter and started playing music on a guitar he found in the street. 

During the Dust Bowl in the mid-1930s, Guthrie followed workers who were moving to California. They taught him traditional folk and blues songs, and Guthrie went on to write thousands of his own, including “This Train Is Bound for Glory.” In 1940, he wrote the folk classic “This Land Is Your Land” because he was growing sick of Irving Berlin’s “God Bless America.”

Woody Guthrie once said: “I hate a song that makes you think that you’re not any good. […] Songs that run you down or songs that poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or your hard traveling. I am out to fight those kinds of songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood.

“This Land Is Your Land”
Woody Guthrie

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

And I went walking that ribbon of highway
And saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me the golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around met, a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said: Private Property
But on the back side it didn’t say nothing
This land was made for you and me

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

Songwriters: Woody Guthrie
This Land Is Your Land lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.



The bluebirds are out and about
Visting and singing their morning songs
With singular delight

I submerge myself into my day
Feeling the warmth of summer
And heavy moist air surrounds me
Holding me deeply close
Held here at this very moment
Then taken to another place
Offering ~
Lake Ann’s waters flow in gentle waves
Reaching the shore lines
Yet the summer air is still & calm
Time moves on

The miracle of this world
Is that we do get a new morning
Each of our days


April National Poetry Month ~ day eighteen #napowrimo #napomo ~ Moon Shadows

toils and
follow us like the moon
You can see him over there
sitting on your shoulder
And his shadow
grows extra longer
But then
your heart stops!

You just thought
you had more time
You can’t go no further
Hard luck strikes ~
This is it!
It’s over!
There is no more ~
It’s the end!

And then …
by some miracle
a reprieve
is granted
While you recover
Your body becomes slow and weighted down
in trying out the living again
like freedom forgotten
becomes paramount

No staggering steps here
No unwashed hair
No night pj’s to spare
Yes, I’m up
I’m dressed
Take me somewhere

How about a big steak?
That should really help right?
Protein for healing right?
And sure anything
that will help me feel
alive again

It’s no ones fault
except the moon’s
Take me to a place of my forgotten memories
Where conversations are free
Where people get to see each other
Where people can shake your hand
and ask how you are?
Where people take time to live
a little
In all that living
they do so well

Yep, you can take me there ~


April National Poetry Month ~ day sixteen ~Peace

To guide our feet into the ways of peace . . . 
Easter Sunday

walking alongside

the forested undergrowth 

deep among the floor litter

lays the flowering ginseng

pitcher fungi & morel mushrooms

then rising underneath tree tops

patches of unsung may apples 

now flowering

hidden underneath umbrella leaves

white blossoms 

now rising

God is . . .

peace walking with you

peace surrounding you

peace within you


April National Poetry Month ~ day eleven #napowrimo #napomo

When all else matters and standards are applied 

It’s page 109 somewhere

Remember, It is by golly ~How we find our way

Work    work     work

When all else fails

– as Maude would say – Work

You can find your way back

If you pick up your feet and walk

Travel your path well

My dear brother