Wednesday, March 27, 2013

"Our Entourage Rode on a Train," a poem for a Video Opera. Version II

"Our Entourage Rode on a Train," a poem for a Video Opera. Version II.
(WT) From: Quotes, Lyrics and Songs from a Secret Society of Unlimited Singers.
©2013 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.

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Our entourage rode on a train.
Strong tracks took us through private lands.
It was one of our old estates.
Birch trees, deer and green grass lived there.

Some of us had been there before.
For others it was a first time.
We kept some of our treasures there.
There, impossible was made real:

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 The dogs on the estate loved cats.
 The cats on the estate loved dogs.
 Birds sang from eucalyptus trees,
 which fed a friendly Koala.

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Our walls were covered with fine art.
Originals by Picasso,
the Hudson River school and more,
hung proudly up upon our walls.

Music was heard everywhere.
Bel canto voices filled the air.
Breeze shook leaves made soft rhythmic sounds.
American Goldfinches sang.

African Rooibos filled our mugs.
Green tea was brought in from China.
From Genesis one twenty-nine,
we formulated how to dine.

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 The dogs on the estate loved cats.
 The cats on the estate loved dogs.
 Birds sang from eucalyptus trees,
 which fed a friendly Koala.


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