Soccer Field Dreams
you think someone would have
kicked me out by now
or at least said something.
I never knew you could
camp in the middle of
a soccer field.
I suppose this is New Hampshire,
Live free or Die!
COncerto (Mandolin in the Sea)
A fellow of mine once told me,
that the seas magnificent ballad,
was sung in a Minor D.
And oh, how the gales fluttered,
on the capricious eve we heard her sing.
The bellowing of thee bass,
piping of the wind,
the inaudible moan of the tide.
As the dainty Sirens Song came out of the air,
in a seductive waft of salt.
All I could do, was but stand,
humbly still, and listen,
as my fellow chimed with the sea.
Merely a duet of two souls,
drawn along the shore,
permeating ever grain, every still life.
Nothing more than a chorus of water,
cast against the twang of stings.
On that boisterous, Autumn night,
I could not of witnessed any better a concerto.
Remember Dartmouth 83,
It was something important
Camped out in the woods
Two steps behind the soccer fields.
Remember Dartmouth 83?
It rains all over your face
If you don’t get caffeine for the brain.
Is that really your name?
Short, only six letters.
Its tough to walk far with
Three legs, something to do with
Bane from campus, that was six
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