Chattahoochie Sunset

Monday, June 1, 2009

Indian Summer

It’s getting late,
The birds have flown

There’s a hint of
winter in the air

and the crops have all
been grown

The sun sinks low, behind
the ridge

All I can say is that it’s
been a privilege

The seeds of change ride
on the wind

Casting longer shadows

that further bend the limb

As we go on, we learn to
pick

the fruits of our labor

while we cheat the mad
man’s trick

Indian Summer, Seasons
shift

The last leaf has fallen,
the harvest has been sewn

and so the hangman’s
found no rope today

hey ey hey...

In God we trust, In love
we live

In the end we find we get
back all that we give

With an open heart, with
an open mind

We discover it’s the
truth for all mankind

It’s getting late,
as father time

approaches like a reaper

and we make the final
climb

and with open arms, we let
him in

knowing when the race is
run, it’s back to dust again, yeah

Another Indian summer...

The Cowboy drifts.. Mmmm
drift on...

Words by: Sandy
Madaris

CD OLD STANDARDS

Randy Thorn proposed CD

Title

OLD STANDARDS

A Hymn From Way Back Home

Amazing Grace

Because He Lives

Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain

I Can Almost See The Lights Of Home

I Saw The Light

Leaning On The Everlasting Arms

Learning To Lean

Precious Memories

So Much To Thank Him For

That’s The Man I’m Lookin’ For

The King Of Glory

The Lighthouse

The Old Country Church

The Old Ship Of Zion

Time Has Made A Change In Me

What A Day That Will Be

When He Beckons Me Home

Where Would I Be Without Jesus

Zion’s Hill

Kingside Recordings

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Open Poetry Reading with Featured Poet Justin Blackburn
Bring a poem to read during the open poetry reading! Our featured poet is Justin Blackburn.

Justin Blackburn is the author of two books, Gifted Disabilities and It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already There. Currently is writing a book called Enjoy The Irresistible Present, he hopes it will help continue to raise the vibration of the human beings upon planet earth. Justin Blackburn believes we live in a perfect world, where you rule your own universe. He is an Intuitive spiritual counselor at Kimah Healing Arts Center. This is an encore performance for Justin who featured for us last year and was a big hit!!

When

Jun 4, 2009 at 7:00 PM

Where
Columbus Public Library (auditorium) 3000 Macon Rd Columbus, Georgia

For more information
Contact: Ron Self
Phone: 706 221-4370

Poem For My Dying Grandfather Afraid To Fall Asleep

Slip off easy into the secret of your breath,
Beautiful beaten man,
Your flowers will be fenced in no longer,
Your childhood playmates are waiting in the promise land
To lift your bruised believing body off
Into the echo of your thunder

You are a boy growing younger
From the magic of the past,
Don’t ask me how
The light is visible now,
No more do you have to hide your darkness from the dark,
Hold your heart up,
God will take care of it
If you don’t wake up

Justin Blackburn

Twenty Dollars

Just letting you know
The other day
When I hurt your feelings
By inferring you were balding
It had nothing to do with you really
It was my own insecurities

See for a moment there
I thought my girlfriend liked you better than me
I became very scared and jealous
I criticized you to make myself feel better
And to make my girlfriend think you were ugly

You are not ugly,
You are not even balding,
There is nothing wrong with thin hair.

Along with the note
I have left you twenty dollars
Go buy yourself a nice big breakfast
Or a Beatles album
It is the least I can do.