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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" "In Lagada, la vita" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Wheat penny" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Lucille Ball (1911-1989) is buried in Lake View Cemetery in Jamestown, New York, where her parents and grandparents are buried. Her brother's remains were also interred there in 2007. My Swedish family is also from Jamestown and my grandparents and many members of my family are buried in Lake View. Lucy may have been the Queen of B's but she was more than a comedienne; she could also dance and sing (this is her real voice, not dubbed): (From the 1940 movie Dance, Girl, Dance) I am just a sweet young thing of 22 Or so. I never sink to smoke or drink My life is one long... "No." I finish at Ms. Sniffing's school A model debutante I know each fork and spoon and rule I don't say "can't," but "cahn't" My etiquette is "ooh, mais oui" I pour a proper pot of tea And even when I need a nip I never, never, never slip Well, almost never Oh, cut it out fellas! Note: the above is an introduction the following is danced and sung: Try to be a lady Morning, noon and night But when I hear music, Get the Jitterbug Bite. Over tea and crumpets Gee, but I'm polite But when I hear trumpets Get the Jitterbug Bite. I'm quite the quiet type Poised in every move But, boy, do I get noisy When the boys get in the groove Yeah! How can I be highbrow? What an awful plight Gotta say goodbye now You'll pardon me, I gotta blow I gotta a slight twitch in my toe My feet are just itching to go Got the Jitterbug Bite Ouch! Got the Jitterbug Bite, yeah, yeah! Got a Jitterbug Bite! Try to be a lady Morning, noon and bite. Over tea and crumpets Gee, but I'm polite But when I hear trumpets boy, do I get noisy What an awful plight You'll pardon me, gotta twitch in my toe My feet are just itching to go Ouch! yeah! Got a Jitterbug Bite! |
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