5.7.2020 – just be by myself

just be by myself
feel evening breeze, gaze at moon
I lost my senses

Stay at home.

Quaruntine.

Is it any wonder we are losing our senses.

As someone said, the problem with common sense is that is it so uncommon.

The words of that old cowboy poet, Cole Porter, keep coming back to my mind.

Okay, so Cole Porter stole the words or came by the words in such a way that a court had to decide they were his.

Not the Roy Rodgers way now is it.

But the words are there anyhow they came to be.

I just don’t like fences.

Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don’t fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle on
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
To many words, gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in

Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in

(for what its worth, Mr. Porter said it was his least favorite song. Go figure?)

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