November 2nd, 2011
Huntsville Alabama
Cotton fields ablaze
In stark white contrast
To the dry heather grassland
The burnt orange foliage
Sacred dark earth
Cross fire melancholy
Awkward fantasy
Obscure destiny
Mixed with a dash of Mountain Dew
Deep in contemplation
Humble self-reflection
As I ponder my direction
Simply smile
I’ve journeyed 9,000 miles
Only to return erstwhile
Fascinating circle
From the root of my search
Polythene Pam
Mean Mustard Man
I’ve immersed myself in music
Across this noble land
“Once there was a way”
“To get back homeward”
So many lessons learned
Tanks of petrol burned
Countless pages turned
“Out of college, money spent
“See no future, pay no rent”
“All the money's gone, nowhere to go”
“Any jobber got the sack”
“Monday morning, turning back”
“Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go”
“But, oh, that magic feeling”
“Nowhere to go”
“Oh, that magic feeling”
“Nowhere to go”
The Abbey Road Medley
A perfect nomad anthem
Live without a net
Never to forget
The beautiful people I have met
Kindred souls along the way
Each with a story to tell
Conscious understanding
In their sympathetic eyes
A few tried to put me in their cage
I quickly turned their page
Avoiding evil rage
Moving forward quickly
Quirky human nature
I’ve learned we truly are quite similar
Created in the image of The Master
Different dialects
Customs
Tribal rituals
A child of God
At the center of our core
It dawns on me
In lightning bolt synapse
Vain wall collapse
Childlike clarity
The simple home I seek
Has been here all along
Nestled deep inside my restless soul
Longing for control
Complete mastery
Over silly insecurity
Artistic imagery
Temperamental notions
Hot and cold emotions
Transcendental oceans
Of poetic excellence
“Here comes the sun”
“It’s all right”………
© The Beatles Abbey Road
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011
Huntsville Alabama
Cotton fields ablaze
In stark white contrast
To the dry heather grassland
The burnt orange foliage
Sacred dark earth
Cross fire melancholy
Awkward fantasy
Obscure destiny
Mixed with a dash of Mountain Dew
Deep in contemplation
Humble self-reflection
As I ponder my direction
Simply smile
I’ve journeyed 9,000 miles
Only to return erstwhile
Fascinating circle
From the root of my search
Polythene Pam
Mean Mustard Man
I’ve immersed myself in music
Across this noble land
“Once there was a way”
“To get back homeward”
So many lessons learned
Tanks of petrol burned
Countless pages turned
“Out of college, money spent
“See no future, pay no rent”
“All the money's gone, nowhere to go”
“Any jobber got the sack”
“Monday morning, turning back”
“Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go”
“But, oh, that magic feeling”
“Nowhere to go”
“Oh, that magic feeling”
“Nowhere to go”
The Abbey Road Medley
A perfect nomad anthem
Live without a net
Never to forget
The beautiful people I have met
Kindred souls along the way
Each with a story to tell
Conscious understanding
In their sympathetic eyes
A few tried to put me in their cage
I quickly turned their page
Avoiding evil rage
Moving forward quickly
Quirky human nature
I’ve learned we truly are quite similar
Created in the image of The Master
Different dialects
Customs
Tribal rituals
A child of God
At the center of our core
It dawns on me
In lightning bolt synapse
Vain wall collapse
Childlike clarity
The simple home I seek
Has been here all along
Nestled deep inside my restless soul
Longing for control
Complete mastery
Over silly insecurity
Artistic imagery
Temperamental notions
Hot and cold emotions
Transcendental oceans
Of poetic excellence
“Here comes the sun”
“It’s all right”………
© The Beatles Abbey Road
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011
