Never Say Never Again
Come and see the Aspen
Shining in the sun
Come and see the mountains
This story’s just begun
Come and see Will Shakespeare
Celebrated and prolific
Come and see the other side
Of the Great Pacific
Come and see Mount Shasta
Full of magic, spread with stars
We’ll sit up and tell tall tales
Drink red wine and smoke cigars
We’ll laugh and sing together
Of all the things we’ll see again
Never knowing where, of course
Never understanding when
We’ll cast the bones on the table
And read by the light of the moon
That there is no end to the universe
And the stars still shine at noon
We’ll look at the spring-time Aspen
And remember the things they’ve taught . . .
That life is an unknown shiver of joy
And we’ll say, “that’s what I thought.”
©Edwina Peterson Cross
(For Fran)
posted by Unknown @ 4:31 AM
5 comments
5 Comments:
O my dear how I would love to sit across the table and throw the bones
I have seen the mountains
I have seen the plains
I have driven the long road
and watched at night the silver water
flow over the great dam
I sit now in a quiet office
and think of you
and of the pale green bark
of spring aspen
Ah, yes, sitting across the kitchen table, remembering, seeing again in our mind's eye, and promising to see again.
Let's drink our wine and throw the bones, then take a walk in your organic corner of the globe.
Vi
Fran and Vi . . . come and see me! Do! Most major airlines fly into Medford. What fun we would have! Drinking red wine . . . as if! right Vi? And the cigars . . . Oh I love the cigars, though in reality I totally hate cigars and have to leave the room if anyone smokes one. It is a lovely scenerio anyway, isn't it? And not out of the realm of possibility ladies! Remember, I've got an "in" with Mr. Shakespeare!
What a party that would be! My thoughts fly over the wide oceans as the one I look over is the Indian. I shall walk there soon and think of both of you, of the soft breath of spring in the north while here the wind will soon whistle in the chimneys--a couple of weeks back it blew one of the huge old willows into the little lake. The children climbing it the next day in a sort of triumph of conquest. Let us toss the stones and see if we could figure out how to overcome distance in body as we have always done in the magic element. F
Ah Fran! This is the miraculous secret of this strange and glorious medium in which we partake, this place where we share and commune and know. The stones have already been cast and, in truth, we HAVE over come the distance, the physical barriers, haven’t we? For here we all are, so very much together. With or without cigars!
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