15.04.13. Immage: Connies house in Lamesa

 

34) Grackle cacophony in the tree above

Accompanied by gentle cooing of the dove

Heralds the morning says farewell to night

Pretty soon they'll all take flight

Soaring up and away, at the start of a new Lamesa day

 

35) 9:15 and off we go, our first morning radio show

By 9:30 we had to be, at Radio KPET

Don welcomed us there, got us on the air

Promoting the Forrest Fest as one would expect

Information with poetry interject

We'd done well we both felt proud

Now to update my blog at Write Out Loud

Don is the Presenter at KPET, he is also blind  but that doesn't stop him

 

36) We got the notion to do Festival promotion

Took the posters round Lamesa town

It was going well, then I thought 'Oh hell'

I hadn't gone far when I guy backed into my car

It was a slight scrape but still no jape

Progress stalled, the police were called

Our licences checked, though neither car was wrecked

Cool as a cucumber he gave me an incident number

No need for sorrow, pick the report up tomoorow

To the car hire firm the report was given

They said "thanks" so with grief I wasn't riven

I said I'm soon passing your way, I'll drop it in if I may

They said "Thanks that's ok now you go an' have a nice day"

 

37) It should have been fun an annual marathon run

Fancy dress for hilarity, serious side for charity

All going fine, runners cross the finnish line

Crowds excitement doesn’t diminish still more runners to finish

Waiting for the last, then suddenly a blast

Shockwave, shrapnel flying spectators injured and dying

Shock, horror, dread, an 8 year old child among the dead

I watch tv see it unfold, my blood runs cold

Though I’m miles away I watch what’s happening there

Emergency workers and others showing they care

I pray they’ll find the scum that did it

And the world of terrorism rid it

Written the day of the Boston bombing

 

38) At KPET Radio we did a show

Giving our best to promote the Forrest Fest

Drove round town getting’ the posters out

Hadn’t gone far when someone bumped my car

No need to be thwarted, Police called everything sorted

Written some more, poems about my tour

Open top car drive, feeling’ alive

Now as is my will I’m gonna sit an’ chill

As once more the sun goes down on Lamesa town.

 

16.04.13. 39) Down the road again I go, once more to KPET radio

Giving my best promoting the Forrest Fest

Mentioning what happened yesterday

Our thought with those involved today

The fest promoted, main events noted

It went well presenter Don did tell

Came out to my car but would have got far

Cos’ knock me to the floor, I tried to get in the wrong door

 

40) Came back from KPET to find, I’d left my poetry behind

No need to fear, I did the same last year

I’d forgot so went back and it I got

Then I thought it would be just right

To give the local Fire guys an invite

So they could be there and see the dedication of the tree

To me it would be grand, cos’ last year they gave a hand

Helpin’ keep the tree alive but sadly it didn’t survive

But no time for cryin, it wasn’t through lack of tryin’

They were delighted to be invited

Comin’ away was almost in vain

I’d tried to get in the wrong car door again

 

41) Drivin’ across the Texas plain, I’m headin’ for Jack an’ Diane’s again

I sure am for their weekly music jam

One thing I’ll tell, it’s sure to go well

Northward I’m bound for Lubbock town

Poems in my bag, no time to lag

Road clear drive without fear

Arrive in time for a bite to eat, pork tamales sure tasted neat

Then get it on down, at Jack and Diane’s in Lubbock town

Guitar and banjo strummin’ percussion an’ drummin’

Washboard too, no need to be blue

Jammin’ heaven not hell, the night goin’ well

At the end goodnight was bid

Did I have a good time? I sure as hell did.

 

17.01.03 42) The mornin’ after the night before

I’m writin’ another poetry score

About my delight, in enjoy in the Jam night

Not a true music maker I joined the rhythm with a shaker

An’ I got the time to share my work in rhyme

I was glad I took the time, as two singers wanted to put music to my rhyme

So with intent the words were sent

The words they’ve got so like as not

Whatever comes along

I’m looking forward to my poems becoming a song

 

43) I'm in Lamesa once again, friendly town on the Texas plain

To visitors who have come far

The folk smile and ask how you are

For an answer don’t feel blue

Just smile and say “I’m good how are you?”

 

44) Out an’ about takin’ the Fest Flyers out

Talkin’ to folks makin’ jokes

Goin’ like a dream, stop for ice cream

Round Lamesa I’ve been gaddin’ to my blog I’ve been addin’

Poems I’ve writ, hope they’ll be a hit

To the crowds delight when I recite

Will they say encore recite some more

An’ this Brit again be a local hit

 

18.04.13 45) I didn't hear the wind last night

When I slept I slept tight

Came out to my car this mornin’

The trunk was open like it was yawnin’

Didn’t want to drive like a clown, so I closed it down

But durn my hide once more I tried to get in the wrong side

 

46) Festival eve I do believe

On their way, Thom an' Bob an; Steve

No name but a few plus the others

Gather at Darla's like sisters and brothers

The sky's blue, the winds still blowin'

I got a map so's I know where I'm goin'

Settin of now cos' I've a mind, it'll be easy to find

Thom and Bob are there awaitin, no time to be debatin'

So once more across the Texas plain, it'll be really great to meet up again.

 

47) Found Darla's house without tryin' the house with Old Glory flyin'

Thom, Bob, an Sarah already there, ready for a night of poetry flair

Greetings and a welcome so warm, sat around lkie bees in a swarm

Thom says "Bless my soul, Trev ain't seen the waterhole"

Asked "Do you want to see it now or later?"

I replied "now" Darla said "we'll take the gator"

Of we went, there were three,  me an' Darla with Gus sat on my knee

Along the track through the brush, aint no need for us to rush

Not much water at the time, due to a sunny clime

But come the rain, it'll fill again

Providing water nice an' clear, for the wildlife includin' the deer

Darla says, "when it does it's like giving something back to the land that gives us our living.

Darla is Connies sister who owns a ranch,

Gator: A small rugged 4 whhel drive vehicle

Gus: Darla's dog

 

48) We sat aways and talked about our travellin' days

Thom said "Trev you got it right, how come you always travel so light?"

I said, "Cos where I go, where I've been, I know how to use a washing machine

 

49) To the lounge we were bound, so we could sit around

We'd all been fed, an' there were poems to be said

Songs to be sung, what the singers had brung

So we can all smile, enjoyin' and evenin' Texas style.

 

50) Bobs got his mud to sculpt as only he could

Evelyns come along to sing an original song

Steve's here same as last year

Sung about a man at the end of lifes roam

Now in an old folks home

Who when he here's a song he'll find,

Once more he's ridin'  the range in his mind

An' a woman who likes to dance 

Who like the man wishes she had the chance

Like in 1949 to walk across Texas one more time.

 

51) Bob's havin' trouble cop'n tryin to keep his eyes open

Connies relaxin' the weeks been so taxin'

Thom's sat there listenin' his eyes are glistenin'

Steve's singin maybe about cows in herds

I don't know cos' he keeps forgettin' the words

 

52) Steve sang another song but it was in vain, he forgot the words again

What should have been with the listeners a hit

Ended when he said "Oh s**t".

 

53) Steve's good at songs, at singin' he's delightin'

But slow at thinkin' up poems for recitin'

Sayin' I'm not as clever as that bloody Limey Trevor

Inspiration I didn't lack but answered right back

I couldn't argue or dispute, a Steve Brooks tribute

An maybe one day I'll see, him write a funny song about me.

 

19.04.13:54) A chill in the breeze blowin' this mornin' I'm goin'

To Connie's for a while I'll hang, meet up with the rest of the gang

From where we'll go to do our final KPET Radio Show

Then to places where folks have turned many of life's pages

Not old but recycled teenagers

 

55) A year ago it seemed an age, now I'm back at the Sage

An' it's always a delight when I recite an' say to the guests don't feel blue

Cos' if you can't make the Forrest Fest, we bring it to you.

Sage: A nursing home in Lamesa, we perform to the guests every year.

 

56) An old sailorman and a retired fireman

Shook each others hand

Age didn't matter, they had a brief natter

An' I capture in rhyme, another precious moment in time

 

57) In the Beehives once again, my trip aint been in vain

Cos' I'm reading the poems I've brung

To folks who in their hearts forever young

Beehives: Two Aged Persons Homes in Lamesa

 

58) We did the homes, poems song and wit, Thom said "don't use a word like s**t"

Cos we don't want the last 10 years to have been in vain

We want to come back again"

So inspiration came, it wouldn't read the same

Without faltering, two lines I was altering 

So read to the letter it may read even better

 

59) Songs sung, poems recited, guests delighted

Instruments played, a short time we stayed

Gave folks pleasure, another moment to treasure

Cos' without doubt, that's what life should be about

Not doin' our worst, but puttin' others first.

 

60) Is garbage garbage, no it aint

Whether it's paper, plastic or unwanted paint

On a tree or other place, paper puld will make a face

Coke bottles don't throw 'em away

Different sizes you make pan pipes to play

Give me paper puld and ask, to be shown how to make a mask

And to make it really good, paint it with different colours of mud

Ideas and imagination coming from you, there's so much with garbage you can do

To have or have not, cos' garbage aint garbage, no it's not

 

61) Mud in your eye can be a disgrace, not so mud on your face

Mud on your fingers and you can inscribe, like warpaint from an Indian tribe

Various patterns you can do, so all I ask is what's stopping you?

 

62) Steve's on the roof at the Sky Vue, Evelyn's with him makln two

Singin about gettin' their kicks on Route 66

He sung last year an' the year afore, now he's singin' some more

Singin' songs he wrote, soundin' out every note

Amarillo by morning an' Purgatory Road, gettin away from a loathsome abode

Evelyn's singin' her songs like it's here she belongs

She's sure to be a hit singin' songs she herself writ

Mentions Cotton Eyed Joe, hear her guitar go

Singin' on the same spot 

Where Buddy Holly sang to those in the Sky Vue parkin' lot

Now she's goin strong, singin' an Outlaw song

Support she's not lackin, with Steves guitar backin'

The winds now chillin' the crowds they're still thrillin'

Crowds like they meant to do on Friday night at Lamesa's Sky Vue

 

63) Show's endin' from the roof they'll soon be descendin

No one could dispute, their final Buddy Holly tribute

Steve sang "That'll be the Day"

To our joy, Evelyn sang "Oh Boy"

An' the final one from Buddy Hollys day, "Love is love not fade away".

 

20.4.13: 64) The morning sun chases the night away

It's the Forrrest Fests final day

Before we begin todays fun, reflect on what we done

Me an' Thom at the Boys and Girls Center

Supporting Bob, our earth arts mentor

Showin' those with little cash, art made from recycled trash

Marc had come along, on an outside stage gave us song after song

The before we know it, he's pointin his finger sayin' "Hey poet

now it's your time, get up and give us a rhyme"

Our talent not hid we did as bid

Provin' without doubt, that's what the Forrest Fest is all about.

 

65) Roots in the ground, branches point to the sky

Grow tree grow, give shelter to the birds that fly

Grow tree grow, so we can reflect on life below

Grow tree grow an proudly be, part of natures community

 

66) Dave the Mayor, Regina from the local press

With us as the tree we bless

But that's not that as we stand and chat

Like earth's sister and brother, getting  to know more about each other

Interest shown as we become more known

Soon to go our separate ways, thinking of future days

An' I pray that through wind and rain, though miles apart we'll meet up again

 

67) The poets capture moments in time, and put them down to share in rhyme

Growing from inspirational seed, for future generations to read

So when the poets have gone, that moment in time forever lives on

For better or worse, in rhyme or free verse

You will always find, what poets have left behind

Don't ask "what should I do?" just read 'em cos' they left them for you

 

68) Are I pads the future glory, reading from them poetry or story

Electronic store from which to read more

All's well until you hear "drat, the durned battery's gone flat"

An' it sure ain't neat, when you accidentally press delete

That's how it may well be, for a techno dinosaur like me

So for my poetic caper, I'll stick to pencil and paper

But one day may raise the roof, if I find one that's Trevor proof.

 

69) Open mic on stage poets go, then time to let the music flow

Followed by time for kids to do rhyme

An' when they've done their poetry score It's music and poetry once more

Next a rest from vexation, with Thai relaxation

Easin' a stressful situation

All this leading to the memorial reading

To bring to the fore poets with us no more

When that's done, it's the final run

When we sing say or play, on the Forrest Fests final day

 

70) Poem 69 weren't the end of the line

To my delight I can still recite

For longer than a while, in my own Rhymey Limey style

Makin it plain, ain't no time to refrian, cos' the road poets writin' again

 

Poem 71 and 72 were written as a memorial poem for past Forrest Fest poets

 

71) Poets capture moments in time, and put them down to share in rhyme

Growing from inspirational seed for future generations to read

So when the poets have gone, the moment in time forever lives on

 

72) For better or worse, rhyme or free verse

Y0u'll always find what past poets have left behind

Don't aske "what do I do?"

Just read it cos' they left it for you

 

73) Steve whispered to Thom, was he bein' clever Sayin' "I got an introduction for Trevor"

Good or bad I won't be put out, cos' it proves I'm being thought about

 

74) Steve did recite an' to my delight

My introductory ode, was based on King of the Road

I thought it grand, smiled and shook his hand

So amid the mirth, I'll prove my worth

Not have folk thinkin' I blew it

An' at the end of the day, Steve'll say

"Trev's intro I was right to do it"