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Just Another Damn Yankee~We never did learn to stay home!!~
4月22日 ~Five String Guitar~The earliest thing I can recall from back when I was my poppa's toddler son
Is how Momma and Poppa would sing me asleep to a rockin' gospel song:
Momma would pound that old piano 'til those iv'ries would almost talk.
Why, the way she'd tickle those elephant tusks, you could see those elephants walk.
Then, Poppa'd jump in with a great big grin as he'd pick out a couple of bars;
He'd run a few hot licks and get his kicks on this old five-string guitar.
Now, you'd say five strings should be six; I admit you're probably right ;
But Poppa didn't care if the "A" weren't there and it somehow sounded just right.
You see, his poppa before him hand-carved every inch of this old guitar;
And Grandpa was the best there was - he took it with him to the World War.
Gramps was back in about two years, shipped home in a railroad car;
A ricocheted shell sent his dreams to hell as he was plunkin' this old guitar.
It pierced his heart just as he started running up and down these strings;
And I understand when they unlocked his hand, they found that broken "A" string.
So you see when Poppa would pick and grin, it was just his way to show
How much he loved and missed his and he loved this guitar so.
It would never cost much money to replace that missing string;
But somehow that'd be like spittin' at God - we wouldn't do it for anything!
The years have flown and Poppa's gone to his place in the heavenly stars;
On the day he died, poor Momma cried, then picked up this old guitar;
Handing it to me, she said reverently, "Just remember, Son, one thing:
Pick it with love and care - and don't you dare replace that missing string."
So five strings I play until that day when the sun falls from out the sky -
Just pickin' hot licks and gettin' my kicks from now 'til my time to die.
Already, my son who's bright-eyed young, is dancing and humming along.
Instead of counting sheep, we sing him to sleep with a rockin' gospel song.
His momma now pounds that old piano 'til the iv'ries almost talk;
Why, the way she tickles those elephant tusks, we can see the elephants walk!
Then I jump in with a great big grin and pick out a couple of bars
And run a few hot licks as I get my kicks from this old five-string guitar.
When you see me beginnin' my pickin' and grinnin', it's just my way to show
How much I love and I miss my poppa - and I love this guitar so.
No, it would never cost very much money to replace that missing string;
But I still know that'd be like spittin' at God - we wouldn't do it for anything.
I'm sure the years will fly 'til I say "goodbye" to my wife and belvoed son;
On that day I die, I expect she'll cry and wonder where the years have flown.
Then cradling this old guitar, she'll say "Son, remember just one thing:
Pick it with love and care - and don't you dare replace that missing string!"
Then, we'll sit and wait at the Pearly Gate: Momma, Poppa and me.
Gramps'll be there; together we'll share just one more harmony.
Momma will play again on that old piano just like in those days now past.
Again, it'll talk! Elephants will walk! We'll have a heavenly blast!!
Poppa and I will be sitting near by perched on a couple of stars,
As Gramps jumps in with that great big grin and picks out a couple of bars.
And I expect to see Gramps smile reverently at a broken "A" string in his hand.
And maybe then - and only then - we'll replace that missing strand.
Then Gramps will play in his special way yhat tune from a war long gone
While we all hum along until the final strum to that sweet old gospel song.
No ... it never would havecost very much money to replace that missing string:
But, 'til that day, it's be spittin' at God - we wouldn't do it for anything!!
Jerry A Yeck
1-29-2001
7月1日 ~Old Songs Re-Sung~'Tis an old song re-sung
Since first that time begun Much like the shifting sand. The singers come In various form The least of which is man. A doe's bleet is born
In a fatal lock of horns As in countless battles past. When the battle's done, There are none that have won Of the trio that has passed. Yet the eagle soars
For one he adores In a silhouette of golden wings. With a double wing dip And a looping back-flip, Watch the Golden Winger sing. If our past is not dead,
But is as said A mirror of days to come: Would ageless man - As the shifting sand - Dare have his song RE-sung? The battle scars
Are all of ours Yet - to that eternal hope we cling. Here I stand, For I am Man! 'Tis an old song I MUST re-sing!
Jerry A. Yeck 10/19/1975 ~I Never Know~I never know where I'll find her; She may come to me in the morning She may be there in my slumber; I never know where I'll find her; Jerry A. Yeck 4-15-2006 ~One For The Show~I did some for the money;
I did none for the show;
I did one to get ready
But had nowhere to go.
I've been to distant mountains
And cavorted in the view
Of God and his creations
No man could hope to do.
I've sailed the North Atlantic
In the wildest of my dreams;
And twice I've met my maker
While twice awakened by my screams.
I've performed to the masses
And in my visionings known acclaim
And felt the weight upon my shoulders
Of the heavy hand of fame.
I revelled in the kisses
That were showered over me
When I did them for the money
But could never see
That if you do one for the money
And don't do one for show,
When you think you're ready,
There'll be nowhere to go.
This one is not for money.
This one is for the show:
To show how much I love you
And need somewhere to go.
Jerry A. Yeck
9/16/1979
~Pappy's Moonshine~Well, I've travelled far and I've travelled wide,
But I'll always recall with a chest full of pride
My down-home roots there in Caroline
And dreams of sin and Pappy's moonshine.
I wonder sometimes if you e'er recall
Our night o' farewell in that long ago fall,
And if you do, do you ever pine
For the sinnin' we shared with Pappy's moonshine?
We said "goodbye" ... there in Caroline
As we shared a jug of Pappy's moonshine;
We vowed for sure ... we'd surely meet again
To share another jug ... and a bunch of sin.
I can see that kettle ... with its copper coil
I can smell that mash ... as I watch it boil;
And there's you & I ... 'neath a tall ol' pine
As we share in sin and Pappy's moonshine.
I'm headed back ... on the very next train.
Just coming on home ... to forever remain.
I've ached for you so and I know I'll find:
A cure for my pain ... and Pappy's moonshine.
You'll be there ... waitin' 'neath that ol' pine
For our nights of sin ... with Pappy's moonshine
Jerry A. Yeck
9-6-2000/10-22-2006 6月18日 ~The Way It Is Tonight~She was another place,
Me? ~ another time. She ~ a smiling face, Me? ~ an ancient rhyme; And that's the way it is tonight. She may find a future lover,
Me? ~ I'll pray for that. Or she could run for cover, Me? ~ I'll just stand pat; And that's the way it is tonight. The way it is tonight
Is just the way that it must be; For we were standing on the edge Of what could never be ... And that's the way it is tonight. Jerry A. Yeck 6-18-2006 5月24日 ~What It Is~So I sat down at last at the close of the day Sometimes I try, perhaps just a bit too much, What "it" is
"It" could be you. J. A. Y. 05-24-2006 4月23日 ~Who'll Be Left?~
What ever happened to the good times...
The ones that we remember best ...
When every day seemed sunny
And every soul seemed blessed?
Now we just slide on down life's highway
As if we're on "cruise control".
There's no "yours" and there's no "my" way,
And no more blessings for the soul.
And every bend in that highway
Means another waved "goodbye".
When we round the very next corner,
Whose turn will it be to die?
Who'll be left alone to cry?
Jerry A. Yeck
4-23-2006
4月2日 ~Moon Pie Love~Just sitting on the corner down in Fayetteville
(That's in North Carolina),
Munching moon pie and sipping a sweet
And ice-cold Pepsi-Cola,
Munching moon pie and giving the eye
To the sweet chick near my corner:
Think I'll ask for a kiss and if she says "yes",
You know my heart's a goner.
"Say, Sweetness and Light, would you like a bite
Of moon pie and a sip of Pepsi-Cola?
Would you like to go down to the heart of town
And put a quarter in the old Rock-Ola?
And once we're there, together we'll share
Another moon pie and Pepsi-Cola:
We'll stay up late until we've ate
Every moon pie in North Carolina.
We'll never go back to the beaten track,
We'll love forever and ever
And raise a passle of kids to do the things we did
And we'll always be together.
We'll dedicate our love to the stars above
As we sit 'neath a silvery moon:
Munching moon pie and sitting side by side
On a life-long honeymoon."
Just sitting on the corner down in Fayetteville
(That's in North Carolina),
Munching moon pie and sipping a sweet
And ice-cold Pepsi-Cola,
Munching moon pie and sighing a sigh
For the sweet chick who's left my corner:
You know, she didn't say "yes" to my request;
Now, my poor heart's a loner.
So I'm left a loner on my corner
With my moon pie and Pepsi-Cola;
But, it's just as well, 'cause what the hell?
I didn't have a quarter for the old Rock-Ola...
Still, the Lord is kind 'cause he left behind
Moon pie and Pepsi-Cola;
And if there's one thing I'd miss more'n a kiss:
It's be moon pie - and Pepsi-Cola!
Jerry A. Yeck
4-28-1979
3月26日 ~Kris Kristofferson~
3月16日 ~Rambling On~
Another day almost in the waste-basket...in a few minutes, time to cuddle up with a cold bottle of black ale and a warm greeting from my better half. And tomorrow, she'll try to dress my Swiss/Spanish body in Irish green, and I'll try to slip into something more suitable if I'm not too sleepy to notice...maybe something more subtle like my orange pull-over.
 All-in-all, not a bad day...any day you make it thru' in one piece can't be all bad...but a little more messed up than most. Still, if it all end's well, as it did, the day's OK. It could be worse, they always say (I never did know who "they" are, but "they" probably know), "they" do always say those things like "they" know some secret "they" are keeping from we lowly peons. If justice is truly poetic, as sometimes "they" say, maybe things will get worse...but only for "they".
Well, time for the night-cap. I highly recommend the New Belgium Brewing Co's black ale blend titled "1554". Even "they" would enjoy a sip or two (but I am not sharing mine with "they").
'Night all!
 Jer 10月21日 ~Old Dogs~Over a lifetime, if one has pets, sooner or later, like everything else, they die. Sometimes, we have to have them "put to sleep" in the belief that it is more kind than allowing them to continue suffering.
Like everyone else I know, this has happened a few times at our house and each time gets a little more depressing - as we grow older, perhaps, we are just becoming more aware of our own mortality and the message hits a bit closer to home.
After the last time, when we had to put another pet to sleep, the wife and I agreed that there would be no more pets in the Yeck household.
Fortunately, she kept me anyway (& hasn't had me put to sleep) !!
8月4日 ~"The Fiber"~
She was the wind and the land and sea;
She was the fiber that united the three;
She was the love and the heart and the soul;
She was the fiber that kept all of me whole.
I felt first her soft breezes disguised in a song
Her moist lips kept humming as we walked alone.
Those breezes kept building 'til I felt the storm
Of love for this woman - and the winds were so warm:
And I loved this woman - and the warm winds grew calm.
I strolled her lush vallies in the springtime of life
And with the light of the summer took her for my wife.
Her lands soon proved fruitful with children she bore;
And the wind and the land gave the promise of more:
And I loved this woman - and the land I adored.
I knew first her deep oceans in the fall of our days
In the lines of the ages now etched in her face.
A sea of hot tears now streamed from her eyes
As the angels of winter approached from the skies:
And I cherished this woman - and will 'til I die.
I have long known her love and her heart and her soul;
I've long known the fiber that kept all of me whole;
I've long known the wind and the land and the sea:
But the angels of heaven are strangers to me -
And I pray for the day - they set me free.
Jerry A. Yeck
{ about 1980 }
7月31日 "Echoes" - About 1981BEDROOMS HAVE GROWN EMPTY -
THE CHILDREN ALL ARE GROWN;
ALL THAT'S LEFT ARE ECHOES -
IN THIS HOUSE THAT WAS A HOME.
EVEN DADDY PACKED HIS BAGS
AND MOVED AWAY FROM HERE;
NOW MOMMA SITS AND LISTENS
TO THE ECHOES OF THE YEARS:
BABIES ONCE SHE CARRIED
DEEP WITHIN HER WOMB
ARE BUT PHOTOGRAPHS AND MEMORIES
AND ANOTHER EMPTY ROOM.
TODDLER CLOTHES LONG PACKED AWAY
ARE ROTTING WITH DECAY -
COMPANIONS ALL TO RAGGEDY-ANN
WHOSE IRISH LOCKS ARE GREY.
MARRIAGE VOWS, ONCE SACRED,
WERE BUT LICENSE TO DECEIVE;
YET, EVEN NOW, MOMMA SINGS
ONE MORE VERSE OF "I BELIEVE".
AS I STAND NOW IN THE DOORWAY,
I CLUTCH HER TO MY BREAST;
I FEEL THE PAIN AS MUCH AS SHE -
DEEP WITHIN MY CHEST.
TO GAZE AROUND AT BYGONE SCENES
OF WHERE I SPENT MY YOUTH -
TO REALIZE PERHAPS I'VE FOUND
THE ULTIMATE IN TRUTH:
GOD BLESSED THE HOME AND FAMILY
AND ENTRUST THEM TO OUR HANDS -
THEN THEY SLIP RIGHT THROUGH OUR FINGERS -
MUCH AS THE TIMELESS SANDS.
Jerry A. Yeck 7月20日 Bald-Headed EagleI glance at you and catch a rush
of lovelight in your eyes -
And I feel my heart lift to the heights
of an eagle in the skies.
I brush your hand and feel the warmth
surge through my evr'y vein -
And I'm soaring with the eagles now
high above the desert plain.
And I soar -
On ancient wings.
With a double-wing dip and a triple back-flip,
This bald-headed eagle sings.
And I soar -
On ancient wings.
Above the desert plain, I hear you sigh my name
And this bald-headed eagle sings.
I glance your way and catch a ray
of sunshine from your hair -
And I see the gold shines as silver now -
and discover I don't care.
The sands of time refine the wine
that makes the spirit soar -
And I'm soaring with the eagles now
high above the canyon floor.
Yes, I soar -
On ancient wings -
Into southern wind - to hang above the rim -
And this bald-headed eagle sings.
And I soar -
On ancient wings.
High above it all, love won't let me fall
And your bald-headed eagle sings.
Jerry A. Yeck
August 8, 1990
7月19日 "The End of the Ride" - May 25, 2002The wind's grown quite still on our hill tonight
As I sit on "Old Dollar" and gaze at the sky.
The only sounds that we hear are the saddle's creak
And that lonesome call of a coyote's cry.
Old Dollar's grown weary and his back's a bit swayed
And I must admit we've both seen better days.
Still, on a night like this, with every star in the sky
As bright as your eyes, we just live not to die.
With you to ride home to from the top of this hill,
Old Dollar and I will strut home with pride.
It's a wonderful life for all of our ills
As long as you're there at the end of the ride.
The wind's grown quite still on our hill tonight;
While down in our valley, I see your love light.
Old Dollar moves out to head us home to your side:
For we know you'll be there - at the end of the ride.
Jerry A. Yeck
May 25, 2002
7月18日 "There Was A Time" - July, 2003There was a time when we were young
and the world lay at our feet
And everything was beautiful
and every grape was sweet
And our hearts did laugh so easily
as we'd dance away each night
And viewed our world through rose-colored glass
and eyes forever bright.
We rocked; we rolled; we chased our dreams
and every shining star:
For we were young and foolish
and knew we'd travel far.
In blue suede shoes, how could we lose?
How could we be beat?
And everything was beautiful
and every grape was sweet.
The years of youth have disappeared
into shadows of the past
As time's harshness is our reality
in life's magic looking glass.
Blue suede shoes have been abused
for they DID travel far -
Too bad we headed separate ways -
each to a separate star.
Yes, there was a time before the rhyme
when all the grapes were sweet -
It was a time we did not mind
blue suedes upon our feet:
TOO BAD WE CAN'T REPEAT !
Jerry A. Yeck
July, 2003
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