Early Morning In Tucson’s Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
On December 29, 2024, I posted “There ain’t no substitute,” a line from my poem, “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 ain’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 ain’t no substitute
For the real thing
I know there ain’t no substitute.
After the posting, I received a comment from a blogger I follow, Frank Hudson. “Reading under Tucson Skies makes me think it could be sung. — Working on music for it today. You might hear it soon.” Frank is a poet and musician with an ongoing project, “Parlando – Where Music and Words Meet.” I love his Dylanesque style of music.
On my birthday, January 15th, Frank sent a link to the music. I remain profoundly moved.
Under Tucson Skies
Awesome.
Thanks, Mike.
You’re welcome.
You’re welcome. 👌