Under Tucson skies
Under Tucson skies
Desiring the wings to fly
In a sky so deep blue
Satisfied to walk my days
Under Tucson skies.
Sometimes I get a little lost
Acting like a kid flying high
I don’t know why
the thrill is still here
Satisfied under Tucson skies.
I know it an’t just
one of those things
It’s something so nice
So I can’t get use to
Something so right.
I see beautiful colors
I want to write about
But there an’t no substitute
For the real thing
I know there an’t no substitute.
— kenne
Great picture! Really like the poem! Happy New Year to you both. Mary and Kenneth
Thank you. We start our return trip tomorrow. Maybe next time we will try harder to get together. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Great poem, Kenne, and ever so true!
Thanks, Pit.
By the way, we are in Houston, but will start driving through the hill country tomorrow on are way back to Tucson. Love your photos of the bay area.
Reading under Tucson Skies makes me think it could be sung.
Thanks for the comment, Frank. Since I’m not a musician and you are, your words mean a lot.
Working on music for it today. You might hear it soon.
I finished a recording of a version of your poem made into a song. Link to the recording:
https://1drv.ms/u/c/f65089657b09d305/EV-uGhyddvREi-okrBJpqMoBeYAmiLPlULWLBS9iotr4vA?e=6Lhbqw
Your thoughtfulness is overwhelming, and to post it on my birthday. Thank you, you are something else. If we were not bloggers, our paths would have remained two ships passing at night. Again, thank you so very much. The recording is a perfect birthday gift.
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