When the clouds tangle low 'round the trees with a twist
When everything's quiet, soft as the air
Curled in the grass, like grandfather's hair
Well I'm wide awake, but it feels like a dream
Like the whole world is covered in low-fat whipped cream
Where does it come from, nobody knows
But I'm playing hide and seek with ends of my toes
What's that thing over there by the tree
I know it's not you and I know it's not me
Maybe it's a lion or a giant hedge hog!
Nope, it's just a bush with a coat made of fog
It feels so close, and yet it's so far
I want to reach out and touch it, take it home in a jar
I'd bring it to school, and I'd show it to all the kids
I'd say, "This is my fog. Don't open the lid!"
Well, that would be fun, and it makes me remember
How I like the fog of a cool November
When everything's quiet, soft as the air
Curled in the grass like grandfather's hair.
Fog- Tom Knight
I was about to admire your poetic skills, until I read to the end and saw that it's Tom Knight. I didn't know that song! those were the days, huh?
ReplyDeleteIt's from "Easy as Pie". And it really has been so foggy. Except today is lovely.
ReplyDeleteAs in Ithaca Tom Knight? Wow! I had forgotten about him!
ReplyDeleteYes, Ithaca Tom Knight (although he now lives in Massachusetts). I got his three CDs about a year ago because I was feeling nostalgic. He actually has two more plus a swing CD which sounds cool. I will always adore him :)
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