Musical Notes: Prompt #4

Musical Notes: Prompt #4; Final Tuesday Free For All

I do okay with rules, but occasionally feel they are limiting. So each month, on the last Tuesday of that month, we will have a Final Tuesday Free For All.  What that means:

1. I will put up a musical prompt, but you don’t have to use it. You are free to choose another piece of music from your own treasure trove. Try to find a way that will allow us to hear the piece of music you are using, and cite it of course.

2. No fifteen 15 word limit. You can use as many, or as few words as you choose. Which means if you want to stick with the fifteen word limit, you are free to do so.

All of this is meant to make this a broader and more playful experience, so for this day of the month, you set the limits and next Tuesday we will return to the usual format.

This is the song I will be using for inspiration:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZySoo0TIT4

Couldn’t find it with the lyrics included, so as promised will print the lyrics here.

Don Quioxte by Gordon Lightfoot – 1972

Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be

He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
‘Til he can shout no more

I have come o’er moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king

I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grow weak

See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air

Reaching for his saddlebag He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
‘Til he can shout no more

See the jailer with his key
Who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can

See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life’s sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired

See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear

Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek

Come back on Thursday to post your poems here in the Comments Section below. If you don’t have a blog, you may post it here in the Comments as well.

Hope you enjoy.

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About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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