Silver-green moss; dangling Spanish thread…a glimmer of hope.
A symbol of southern mystery and dangerous beauty.
The pride of the south embarrassed by its past…
hooded-ghosts on tombstones drawn by weather’s hand.
hooded-ghosts on tombstones drawn by weather’s hand.
Foolish minds believing "good ole boy" smiles and hand shakes can heal.
Made in '37, rusting bus on soil soaked in sorrow.
A suspicious calmness prevails before the question is quietly asked:
"Is it over?" or "does the disease continue to grow in silence?"
"Is it over?" or "does the disease continue to grow in silence?"
History is what one person remembers. Sometimes it's rewritten
by a blind-witness who says he heard the truth.
by a blind-witness who says he heard the truth.
Empty, broken billboards signs; like the memory loss
of an aging mind not remembering what was said or who said it.
of an aging mind not remembering what was said or who said it.
The music, thought simple, is complicated in its simplicity.
Songs of well-traveled roads, dirt-red honesty and finding
peace through prayer.
peace through prayer.
Songs about finding your own way, but when you do, how much do you find?
Lost in a song played over and over because a single phrase stops time.
January 13, 2010
©2010 Peter Tobia
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