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Awwww your poem is gawjuss Child of wonder, child of might That gives the world its lively light. Restless spirit of land and sea, Find your abode that you may be A sprite that dances in fields of gold, And sits as still whence one is told With seeking mischief in thine eyes, While laughing gaily in surprise, And innocent belief in what you do, Such is the blessing inside of you. Thats a long-winded version of "sugar spice and everything nice"... ![]() ![]() Thank yoouuu... ![]() |
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You continue to impress!
On my third reading, I sat and picked the lines apart, word by word. The beauty of poetry is to say a lot with only a few words. The number of "word pictures" you have painted is huge. The resulting collage is complex. I would find it extremely interesting to know the story behind the poem. ![]() |
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You continue to impress! On my third reading, I sat and picked the lines apart, word by word. The beauty of poetry is to say a lot with only a few words. The number of "word pictures" you have painted is huge. The resulting collage is complex. I would find it extremely interesting to know the story behind the poem. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() nice chaps, btw... ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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You continue to impress! On my third reading, I sat and picked the lines apart, word by word. The beauty of poetry is to say a lot with only a few words. The number of "word pictures" you have painted is huge. The resulting collage is complex. I would find it extremely interesting to know the story behind the poem. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() nice chaps, btw... ![]() ![]() ![]() My flying pig got pulled! ![]() |
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You continue to impress! On my third reading, I sat and picked the lines apart, word by word. The beauty of poetry is to say a lot with only a few words. The number of "word pictures" you have painted is huge. The resulting collage is complex. I would find it extremely interesting to know the story behind the poem. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() nice chaps, btw... ![]() ![]() ![]() My flying pig got pulled! ![]() awww...they got to him too... ![]() well, join the club, then ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Pansytilly
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Wed 08/05/15 01:57 AM
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Interview with Dave Richardson (Skylark's "Wildflower")
"Wildflower" was a Top 40 hit on BillBoard chart with the group Skylark. You wrote the lyrics, how did you got the inspiration ? In 1970 I was dating a nurse, whom I would eventually marry in 1971 (it only lasted four years, though – we were both not ready for such a commitment). One night I went to pick her up at her apartment, as we had planned on going out. When she opened the door I saw that she was upset to the point of tears. She still had a housecoat on and had her hair wrapped in a towel after a shower. She told me that two elderly ladies she had been caring for in the hospital had died that day at work, and she felt terribly sad about it, as she had come to know them fairly well over a period of time. Anyway, she more or less vented her feelings and I just listened. After she was finished, she thanked me for listening, and said she would get ready for our date. She went into the bedroom and closed the door, and I sat and watched TV waiting for her to come out. When she didn’t return, I knocked on the door but she didn’t answer, so I went in to find her fast asleep on the bed, still in her housecoat and with the towel still wrapped around her head. I guess she was just exhausted after her emotional day. So, I put a blanket over her, being careful not to wake her, and went home and wrote the song in about fifteen minutes or so. It was absolutely inspired. I have always felt that all I did was hold the pen in my hand, and that God did the writing. The "Be careful how you touch her, for she’ll awaken" part, refers to when I put the blanket over her. "The way she’s always paying, for a debt she never owes..." It wasn'��t her fault that the two ladies had died, and yet she felt so badly for them that she was crying. The song is an evergreen and has been covered by several artists during last years. Do you have still get any feedback from people? Yes. In the years that followed, I have received many, many letters from around the world, saying how the song had changed the lives of so many people. Perhaps the most momentous of these letters was one from here in Victoria, years after the song was a hit. A local woman sent me a letter (addressed to me at the police station), saying that when she was a girl of about 17-18, her life had become more than she could bear and she decided to end it all. She was at a local beach and was waiting for sun to do down and for the people to leave the beach so she could commit suicide by drowning herself. When it got dark, she started walking into the water. She had left her purse and belongings on a blanket in the sand, along with her transistor radio. When she got up to her shoulders in the ocean, she heard from her radio behind her, for the first time in her life, "She'��s faced the hardest times you could imagine..." She stopped in the water and listened to the entire song, and when it was over she turned around and walked out of the water. At the time that she wrote me the letter to thank me for the song which saved her life, she had grown and was happily married, a mother of either 2 or 3 small children (I forget the number). When I consider the money the song has made, I would have gladly traded every cent of my share for that one letter. Nothing has mattered to me as much as that letter and others like it, where the song has changed so many lives for the better. This is why I really do believe that God, in Whom I truly believe and for Whom I now live every day of my life, inspired me to write that song. WILDFLOWER http://youtu.be/YQ8n_Esop5I (D.Edwards-D.Richardson) She'��s faced the hardest times you could imagine and many times her eyes fought back the tears and when her youthful world was about to fall in each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears and a sorrow no one hears still rings in midnight silence in her ears Chorus: Let her cry for she'��s a lady let her dream for she'��s a child let the rain fall down upon her she's a free and gentle flower growing wild And if by chance that I should hold her let me hold her for a time that if allowed but one possession I would pick her from the garden to be mine Be careful how you touch her for she'��ll awaken and sleep'��s the only freedom that she knows and when you walk into her eyes you won't believe the way she'��s always paying for a debt she never owes and a silent wind still blows that only she can hear and so she goes Chorus (repeat) |
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