Wise men talk about ideas, intellectuals about facts, and the ordinary man talks about what he eats.
I walk down the street and cross over to the path by the lake and walk. Coming to the shore I watch the ducks floating about and am struck by the sense of just being. No hurry, going nowhere, just floating and being there. Occasionally one will dive and dissappear in search of food. Others float with their heads turned back buried into their feathers. Back home I sit on the porch in the gathering darkness and hear a siren, followed by yips, not of dogs, but of the hungry coyotes that live over there. Then silence. In the silent void a grand idea forms, then I see it, and a sudden breeze blows it away. Another yip and another silence. Another thought and another breeze. Another idea and the doves fly from the bare tree next door and take that one away too. Just as well. I’d rather not talk about it. Just float like the ducks.
a duck dives
leaving watery circles
Reluctantly I agreed to go shopping. I wandered to the back of the shop and took a look around. That’s when I saw froggie with a guitar. I looked in froggie’s eyes and thought of a time long ago, watching cartoons on Saturday morning, and I remembered that song. Tom and Jerry played cat and mouse then Uncle Pecos arrives and launches into a stuttering song…Froggie went a courtin’ he did ride, uh huh, … I took Froggie home and found him a place outside where we sing his song, uh huh, sword and pistol by his side, uh huh.
I never knew my froggies history until now. It appears this little song has quite a story dating back to the 1500′s. From Wikipedia I found that…”Frog Went A-Courtin” is an English language folk song. Its first known appearance is in Wedderburn’s Complaynt of Scotland (1548) under the name “The frog came to the myl dur”, though this is in Scots rather than English. There is a reference in the London Company of Stationers’ Register of 1580 to “A Moste Strange Weddinge of the Frogge and the Mouse.” There are many texts of the ballad, however the oldest known musical version is in Thomas Ravenscroft’s Melismata in 1611.
Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen have recorded versions of the song. My little cartoon song.
found my froggie
in the back of the store
Here’s to Tom and Jerry and Uncle Pecos’ Froggie.
Ligo Haibun Challenge offers the choice of two Russian quotes.
The future is assured. It’s just the past that keeps changing.
I awaken at three in the morning. Then come the endless streams of thoughts circling around. Threads of the past weave stories of someone I was and still am. Or somewhere in between. Not quite me and not quite not. I wonder where they come from and envision a simmering cauldron full of experiences where bubbles rise to the top and pop into consciousness. Others swirl around waiting to surface. One entices me and I take off with it. Did I choose it or has it captured me? I roll side to side restlessly wanting to fall asleep. Now the worries appear without warning, pricking my mind with their daggers, urging me to contemplate an uncertain future. What could be. What has been. I need to get out of this prison guarded by sentinels of the past and future. Exhausted by this torment I hug the blanket close and breathe into it. I create a cozy space, a sanctuary, which the sentinels cannot penetrate. I am here again and sleep envelops me.
I look at past paths
wondering at more ahead