Tuesday, April 28, 2009


little man

a little man
very small indeed
a white and balding pate has he
with rosy cheeks on milk-white skin
rising above a dimpled chin
and wire-rimmed specs on a bulbous nose
so big and red, you'd swear it glows
and mischievous eyes, all crystal blue
and big, bushy eyebrows; big ones, it's true
they're salt-pepper gray and wild as weed
no doubt of some exotic eyebrow breed
and all of his arms and all of his legs
are strong and round, but short like short pegs
but that doesn't slow the little man's pace
as up and down the aisles he'll race
searching first here and then over there
constantly searching, always aware
and the little man knows the place high and low
he knows of its wonders, he knows of its woes
he's seen me triumphant atop mountain peaks
he's seen me cowering, afraid and so weak
he sees me outside, he sees me in
he suffers the losses, he savors the wins
a little man, yes, that's what i said
a wee small lad that runs 'round in my head
and gives me the "facts" from "a down through z"
get to know the little man
and you'll get to know me
daleach 79

Sunday, April 19, 2009



Epitaph

He is not gone, my Friend
He's only moved along
Travelled on to parts unknown
Heard that Highway Song
And those of us that knew him
Know that that's a natural thing
For he always loved to travel
Loved the adventure unknowns bring
For he was born a restless heart
And restless he remains
Bound to wander and chase the stars
Now unfettered by senseless games
And though he'll never come home again
I know he'll often pass this way
To visit us and touch our hearts
To give us pause, and say
Somewhere's where we've been before
Here is where we are
And nowhere's where we're headed Friend
When we're afraid to chase the stars
daleach'85


Thursday, April 2, 2009


HIGHWAY SONG
On a hot prairie night
there was nothing in sight
as far as the eye could see
'Cept sagebrush and sky
nighthawks dartin' by
our old dog Smokey and me
The wind whistled and whined
through the telephone lines
and sang out so mournful and long
And now for thirty-odd years
through good times and tears
I've heard that Highway Song
I'm a drifter
driftin' from town to town
from time to time
Lightin' but never landin' for long
'cause my feet get itchy
and I hear that Highway Song again
And it's not that there's always some place to go
or not somewhere I'd rather just stay
it's more, it's a fever
and it gets in your blood
it's the price that a drifter must pay
Love 'em and leave 'em
I know that's how it seems
but I never planned it that way
Each time I fell in love
I was out to win her love
and my only thoughts were to stay
But somewhere along the line
there'd always come a time
when it had come time to go
And I couldn't tell you why
I ever said goodbye
to some of the lovers I've known
I'm a drifter
driftin' from town to town
from time to time
Lightin' but never landin' for long
'cause my feet get itchy
and I hear that Highway song again
And it's not that there's always some place to go
or not somewhere I'd rather just stay
it's more, it's a fever and it gets in your blood
it's the price that a drifter must pay
It's a blessing and it's a curse
it's the best and it's the worst
it's everything and it's nothing at all
It's freedom and it's jail
it's heaven and it's hell
once you answer that Highway Song's call
'Cause there's just one thing that's sure
and that's that there ain't no cure
once the fever begins to spread
It seems I just start to settle down
or a new lover will come around
and I'll hear that song in my head
I'm a drifter
driftin' from town to town
from time to time
Lightin' but never landin' for long
'cause my feet get itchy
and I hear that Highway song again
And it's not that there's always some place to go
or not somewhere I'd rather just stay
it's more, it's a fever and it gets in your blood
it's the price that a drifter must pay
It's more, it's a fever and it gets in your blood
it's the price that a drifter must pay
daleach