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Sources in order from top: Positive P’s Page Photo, Paws To Talk shared I Love Dogs Photo, I Like Train’s photo, Forever Awezome.
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Sources in order from top: Positive P’s Page Photo, Paws To Talk shared I Love Dogs Photo, I Like Train’s photo, Forever Awezome.
Greater Than Gold
My little girl saw a homeless man
Said, “Daddy he looks hungry and thin
May I use my allowance
To buy a meal for him?”
He was surprised when she reached out
With a big burger and some fries
He smiled as he took her gift
With grateful tears in his eyes
Chorus
They say kindness is love in action
And love is greater than gold
I’ll never forget her compassion
Or the love my little girl showed
(Verse 2)
Years later I was late for lunch
As I headed toward a restaurant door
Ran right past an old woman
Who looked half-starved and poor
But when my thoughts flashed back
To what my daughter had done
And the look on that hungry face
I bought two meals not one
Chorus
They say kindness is love in action
And love is greater than gold
I’ll never forget her compassion
And the love my little girl showed
(Possible Bridge)
My little girl’s all grown up
With children of her own
I see so much of their mom in them
From the kindness they have shown
–Russ Towne
My poem below was the genesis for the lyric above.
Greater Than Gold
As I sat eating my meal
Alone in my thoughts and cares
I noticed a little girl
Turn her head and briefly stare
She saw a homeless man with a hopeless look
Who’d been hungry for far too long
Her eyes grew sad from what she saw
Then she whispered to her mom
I don’t know what she said
As she pointed to him
But when her mom smiled
There was joy in her eyes again
The girl’s hands held coins
She’d counted every penny
It was her allowance
And she didn’t drop any
She placed her savings on the counter
Ordered a meal for a man in need
Fidgeted a bit as she waited for it
So anxious to do the kind deed
He looked up in surprise
And when he saw what she held
His eyes moistened a bit
And his heart seemed to melt
He took her gift and gave his thanks
They smiled then she walked away
It’s a good bet I’ll never forget
The way I felt that day
My heart grew lighter
For inside I knew
That his spark of life and spirit
Had grown a bit brighter too
I learned a lot from that little girl
Who was less than nine years old
How a simple act of kindness
Can be a gift that is greater than gold.
–Russ Towne
This post is for those of you who enjoy experiencing the process I go through when attempting to develop a song lyric from one of my poems. You may recall reading the paragraph in an earlier post about the direction I’d planned to take as I attempted to turn my poem titled “The First” into a song:
“The First” It will be condensed into a first verse without mentioning our ages and probably without even using the word “kiss” (as it will be obvious to the listeners), then a second verse will discuss another first of the same couple (first baby?, first anniversary/house, etc.). I’ve got to come up with a chorus. The hook will probably stay “The First”.
So now that you have my original intent in mind:
MAJOR DETOUR! In my first draft of the lyric, I changed the primary angle from being “the first events in a couple’s life” to “taking the leap together” and changed the title of the lyric to “We Took The Leap Together”. For newer readers, I’ve also included at the end of this post the poem that was the genesis for this lyric.
“We Took The Leap Together”
“I like you” she whispered
That’s all the prompting I’d need
As we stood in the shade
Of a towering tree
We were kids and new at this
A little clumsy and shy
As we leaned toward each other
And quickly closed our eyes
Chorus
We Took The Leap Together
Always side by side
It wasn’t always pretty
But oh what a (wonderful/heckuva/helluva) ride!
(Or: But it’s been one (heckuva/helluva) ride!)
Verse 2
We didn’t fall in love
That’s not the leap we took
It was no fairy tale
From some children’s book
We grew to love each other more
With every moment and smile
‘Til we could no longer wait
To take (a/that long) walk down the aisle
Chorus
We Took The Leap Together
Always side by side
It wasn’t always pretty
But oh what a (wonderful/heckuva/helluva) ride!
(Or: But it’s been one (heckuva/helluva) ride!)
Verse 3
It took some getting used to
Becoming man and wife
And facing the challenges
That are always part of life
But we held on to each other
And talked of a baby or two
We’d always wanted a family
And the time was right we knew
Chorus
We Took The Leap Together
Always side by side
It wasn’t always pretty
But oh what a (wonderful/heckuva/helluva) ride!
(Or: But it’s been one (heckuva/helluva) ride!)
(IF we’re going to have a bridge,
here are some ideas:
Each leap we took was our first
And felt so good we made it last
I look forward to our future
If it’s anything like our past
Or
Each leap we took was our first
And felt so good we made it last
We hope our future is as full
As all the blessings of our past
Or, if not used elsewhere:
We knew no matter what
We’d be at each other’s side
Our life wasn’t always pretty
But it’s been a hell of a ride
–Russ Towne
Here is my original poem:
“The First”
She whispered, “I like you”
That’s all the prompting I’d need
As we stood in the shade
Of a towering tree
We were both new at this
And acted kind of shy
When we leaned toward each other
We quickly closed our eyes
Because on that bright sunny day
When we shared our first kiss
She was only five years old
And I was only six.
–Russ Towne
As most of you know, I’m a self-confessed slow learner in the school of life. Yet another example (sigh) is that I have been reading and enjoying FB posts from a dear friend named Bran Scott and often cracking up as he describes various aspects of his life including parenting, relationships, and living in the Southeast USA with his wife Elane and their young daughter. His posts are often hilarious. I’ve suggested that he write a book and hope he does. In the meantime–and here’s the slow-learner evidence–it eventually occurred to me that since I enjoyed reading Bran’s posts so much that you might enjoy them too. I asked for and received permission from Bran to share the post below. Please let me know what you think. If enough of you love it, I may be able to twist his arm to let me post more of them in the future.
Russ
Dear Friends and Relations,
In Elane’s absence this week, I have instituted four new house rules. While perhaps these were incidents limited to one particular person in my life, I am not taking any chances, and choose to distribute them widely.
Rule #1: You may not wake up at 6 in the morning, put on your 3-layered, sequins and faux-taffeta princess costume, complete with sparkly shoes and pointy tiara, and climb into my bed to snuggle me.
Rule #2: Having broken rule #1, you may not then poke me simply to see what happens (*poke* “Uhhgrr.” *poke* “UhGRRRR!” *poke* “UHRGRR!…Grh?” *poke* “whaza!?!” *poke” “What?! What is it? What?” (giggling) “daddy, you sound funny!”)
Rule #3: You may not prance around in front of me singing “follow the yellow brick road” at the top of your lungs as I attempt to find coffee.
Rule #4: When I have retreated into MY bathroom to scrape together some semblance of sanity, as I am shaving, you may not burst through the closed door, stop short, grab your nose and say, “whoa, daddy, you stink!”
Thank you for your understanding.
Bran
This video touched me deeply. Thank you, beebee. To all people around the world who have died in service to their fellow man and woman, and to all those who have suffered as the result, my sincerest gratitude for the sacrifices you have made.
Russ
What’s a little boy to do when he gets separated from his dad in a crowd of people at a comic convention? Call Flash, of course! Wonder Woman too!
Russ
I have long admired the accomplishments of Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan. When I saw the title of this post, I got excited because I realized that I’d never heard or seen Helen Keller speak. It was a real treat for me. Thank you for this fascinating post, BearsPawPrint.
Russ
I’ve found that writing is often an iterative process. Several of you have mentioned an interest in the process I go through when writing songs or poetry from the seed of an idea through the “Final” result. The word “Final” is in quotes because often when I think I’m done with a piece, I end up making further changes later.
Today I made changes to two of my earlier poems that I hope enhance them. Here they are with the revisions. If you want to be able to make a “before and after” comparison, I invite you to type the titles of the poems in the search feature of this site.
Russ
Mirages
It happened without warning
One moment everything was clear
Then my eye glasses broke
And my life became a blur
But my fuzzy vision
Brought into sharp relief
That what happened to my eyes
Can happen to my beliefs
Opinions built on air
Come crashing to the ground
And sometimes “facts” no longer fit
With biases brought down
Now my eyes once again
See with clarity
With help from my new glasses
That are a better fit for me
But what about my false beliefs
When they’re shattered on the ground?
And the mirages I had counted on
Are nowhere to be found?
–Russ Towne
— —
The Race
Moving in slow motion
Can hardly think at all
Vision’s getting fuzzy
Movements slowing to a crawl
Forgot to leave the porch light on
Can’t fit my key in the lock
Tell myself I need more sleep
As I fumble in the dark
It’s a slow-motion race
As I stagger through the door
For my head to hit my pillow
Before my face hits the floor.
–Russ Towne