Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had a biting coolness--but by the last week of school everything is Technicolor and splash, outrageous blue skies and purple thunderstorms and ink-black night skies and red flowers as brights as spots of blood.
Nature, at all events, humanly speaking, is manifestly very fond of color; for she has made nothing without it. Her skies are blue; her fields, green; her waters vary with her skies; her animals, vegetables, minerals, are all colored. She paints a great any of them in apparently superfluous hues, as if to show the dullest eye how she loves color.
I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the hole world's blushing; the lush, bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicolored sunsets that look like someone's acid trip.
TOM WAS BORN IN 1942 WITH EYES OF BLUE AND THE DOCTORS SAID THAT HIS BIRTH WAS FAR TOO FAST HIS HEART STOPPED TWICE BUT YET HE SURVIVED AS HE TOOK HIS FIRST BREATHE HIS MOTHER TOOK HER LAST AND HIS FATHER KNEW THAT HE WASN'T TO BLAME BUT HE NEVER QUITE LOOKED AT TOM THE SAME AFTER THAT AND HE RARELY SPOKE ABOUT HER BUT WHEN HE DID HE SAID YOUR MOTHER USED TO SAY THIS "WHEN THE SKIES ARE LOOKING BAD MY DEAR AND YOUR HEART'S LOST ALL IT'S HOPE AFTER DAWN THERE WILL BE SUNSHINE AND ALL THE DUST WILL GO SKIES WILL CLEAR MY DARLING I'LL WAKE UP WITH THE ONE I LOVE THE MOST AND IN THE MORNING, I'LL MAKE YOU UP SOME TEA AND TOAST"
O' beautiful for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers clean up all details Since daddy had to lie But I know a place where we can go And wash away this sin We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defence But this is the end This is the end of the innocence
A nasty day! A nasty day! 'Twas thus I heard a critic say Because the skies were bleak and gray"" And yet it somehow seemed to me The day was all that it should be. I looked it very closely o'er; Its hours still were twenty-four, With sixty minutes each""no less"" For deeds of good and helpfulness; And every second full of chance To give the day significance; And every hour full of growth For everybody but the sloth"" I couldn't see it quite that way, For though the skies were bleak and gray The day itself, it seemed to me, Was all a day could rightly be.
John Kendrick Bangs
TWO QUICK YEARS THEY WENT BY THEY WERE SIDE BY SIDE AND WITHOUT A PLAN, THEY CONCEIVED A LITTLE CHILD HE SAID "WOMEN I LOVE YOU AND THIS YOU KNOW BUT I ONLY EARN ENOUGH FOR OUR FOOD AND CLOTHES BUT I LOVE YOU AND THIS BABY UNTIL THE DAY THAT I DIE" SHE SAID "WE'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS LITTLE LIFE AND WE'LL FALL IN LOVE WITH HER BABY BLUE EYES AND WE'LL BE ALRIGHT FROM SOME ADVICE THAT I KNOW" SHE SAID I NEVER GOT TO MEET HER BUT IF I DID, I'M SURE YOUR MOTHER WOULD HAVE SAID THIS WHEN THE SKIES ARE LOOKING BAD MY DEAR AND YOUR HEART'S LOST ALL IT'S HOPE AFTER DAWN THERE WILL BE SUNSHINE AND ALL THE DUST WILL GO SKIES WILL CLEAR MY DARLING WE'LL SHOW THIS BABY ALL THE LOVE WE KNOW AND IN THE MORNING, I'LL MAKE YOU UP SOME TEA AND TOAST
God of our life, there are days when the burdens we carry chafe our shoulders and weigh us down; when the road seems dreary and endless, the skies gray and threatening; when our lives have no music in them, and our hearts are lonely, and our souls have lost their courage. Flood the path with light, run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise; tune our hearts to brave music; give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age; and so quicken our spirits that we may be able to encourage the souls of all who journey with us on the road of life, to your honor and glory.
JOLSON MEDLEY CLIMB UPON MY KNEE SONNY BOY YOU ARE ONLY 3 SONNY BOY YOU HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING I HAVE NO WAY OF SHOWING WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME SONNY BOY WHEN THEY ARE GRAY SKIES HONEY I DON'T MIND THOSE GRAY SKIES I'LL STILL HAVE YOU SONNY BOY DON'T YOU KNOW THAT MY FRIENDS MAY FORSAKE ME LET THEM GO ON AND FORSAKE ME YOU'RE GONNA PULL ME STRAIGHT THROUGH SONNY BOY YOU'RE SENT FROM HEAVEN AND I KNOW YOUR WORST YOU'VE MADE A HEAVEN FOR ME RIGHT HERE ON EARTH
In the darkness of the night while removing the long colourful gown that covers my nakedness, there is chill penetrating bare cells and the sky is as silent as ever. Another day has withered unto the lap of mighty earth, to make her heart fertile, to feed those lives sprouting and then again to raise up to the skies to kiss life! This home is not yours, nor this earth! A breeze that caresses the orphan longings of the senses, like that of the softest music - so is life, a passing breeze! All I own is this moment! O night, do you see stars blinking hidden amidst the darkest clouds? O life, can you inhale the fragrance of unborn flowers dancing wet in the rain? O life, do you hear a song from the farthest skies, a secret melody of silence that I cherish deep within?