Harry went to College read what others said.. mind shot look through history.. names living.. name the dead..
learned old little told Shaman strange to see.. with a piece of shirt or socks can make a man like me.. rich beyond my wildest dreams.. so they say in scribe.. written in some jungle somewhere by some unknown tribe..
Harry pondered instruments of a music type.. pondered folks around the world.. dreamed through corncob pipe.. think what makes it easy.. somethings must be new.. time passes the show it brings.. met by a show of you..
Harry met Matilda.. or was it Fanny Flash? love to give.. a life to live.. not too much thought for cash.. spoke of things yesterday.. things of long days gone.. they placed their rumps then discussed stumps of trees in morning dawn..
Strong inside was sure and right.. Harry thought a tome.. love children and party down.. Harry planned a Home.. Woman seems named ‘Mashela’ a heart true and good.. woman man.. a wedding plan a home was understood..
Light was right through treetops sunbeams to the ground.. Harry built a home of solid true said ‘come around’ breath air in the starlight.. coming through the trees.. young Indian woman washes hair sits bended knees..
Moon is fickle as coyote moment in the song.. of the wild.. the true the mild.. a feeling safe and strong.. chickens not for eating.. on a farm a must.. then a lamb with eyes that smile gentle love and trust..
Harry was Missouri straight and true the D.C. dome.. is the place he showed his face.. when Harry built a home..
‘The ultimate art form is appreciation’.. ‘eye of the beholder’ can be creative.. when one is familiar.. embellishment does not necessarily constitute a lie. A lie is contradiction for though it appears to exist it is, in fact, nonexistent.. Peace T.