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Somewhere There’s a Bluebird of Happiness   Leave a comment

Weastern Bluebird-Edit-1-72Western Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Be like I, hold your head up high,
‘Til you see a ray of light and cheer.
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.

— from The Bluebird of Happiness by Edward Heyman

Song of Life   Leave a comment

Western Bluebird Silhouette-72Western Bluebird Silhouette by kenne

A traveler on a dusty road

Strewed acorns on the lea;

And one took root and sprouted up,

And grew into a tree.

Love sought its shade at evening-time,

To breathe its early vows;

And Age was pleased, in heights of noon,

To bask beneath its boughs.

The dormouse loved its dangling twigs,

The birds sweet music bore —

It stood a glory in its place,

A blessing evermore.

— from “Song of Life” by Charles MacKay

Blue Wing — Might Have Been A Bluebird   7 comments

Western Bluebird-0518 Framed blogWestern Bluebird — Image by kenne

I can’t think of bluebirds without thinking of Tom Russell’s song, “Blue Wing” — one of my favorite. Both help me see the sky above.

— kenne

Blue Wing by Tom Russell

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well it might have been a bluebird I don’t know
But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote ’em up a song. They said…

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

They paroled Blue Wing in August, of 1963
He moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark

And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers’ fathers crossed that wild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing
Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

Blue Wing by Tom Russel Video

Western Bluebird Painting   Leave a comment

Bird WalkWestern Bluebird — Computer Painting by kenne

When you find yourself 

out on a limb alone

it’s best to be a bird.

— kenne

Wintering In Sabino Canyon   2 comments

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western-bluebird-0399-blogWestern Bluebird — Images by kenne

We dance round a ring and suppose,
But the secret sits in the middle, and knows.

— Robert Frost

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