Saturday, January 04, 2014

Mouse Within a Wood Pile

Wikimedia photo by Forest Wander













Verses Inspired by an old Appalachian song, "Mole in the Ground," sung by Bascom Lamar Lunsford for Smithsonian Folkways.




I wish I were a parrot beside a lazy fountain

for if I were a parrot beside a lazy fountain,

I'd sing to you from down low and head right up the mountain.

I wish I were a firefly darting in the open field,

for if I were a firefly darting in the open field,

I'd speak my love for you, my lips no longer sealed.

I wish I were a lonesome frog beside a verdant pond,

for if I were a lonesome frog beside a verdant pond,

I'd dream of you and a changling make of a magic wand.

I wish I were a wee mouse within a snug wood pile

for if I were a wee mouse within a snug wood pile,

I'd hum a little winter's tune for you to pass the while.

I wish I were a warm cat purring in a sunny window,

for if I were a warm cat purring in a sunny window,

I'd peer out below at your perfect angel in the snow.

I wish I were a long-tailed lizard in a sunlit spot

for if I were a long-tailed lizard in a sunlit spot,

I'd curl my tail up giddy with you and make a happy knot.

I wish I were a winter's bear asleep in my dark den,

for if I were a winter's bear asleep in my dark den,

I'd dream of how you'd wait for me to visit half past ten.

I wish I were a raccoon a-sitting in my hollow,

for if I were a raccoon a-sitting in my hollow,

I'd scatter all manner of nuts and seeds for you to follow.

I wish I were a pelican flying by the wide blue sea,

for if I were a pelican flying by the wide blue sea,

I'd swoop down your muck boots and drop within my key.

1 comment:

Elizabeth Brennan said...

Such a beautiful love song!