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Sea Cape Cod by Michael Mosier

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March 30, 2016

birds of feather

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 10:35 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the blue skied, breezy, cool, clear, Golden sun dripped island of Nantucket!  Great to  be with you on this amazing morning ‘down on the docks’ of historic Hyannis Harbor, this Thirtieth Day of March, 2016, a fine Wednesday, that according to Reuters who were kind enough to send the memo…

With Spring now on in full force, it brings to mind what really makes this world ’spin’ on it’s ‘axis’,  Make no mistake about it, it’s fate rests not on the current currency of a fiat, fickle and fraudulent nature, no sir!  It lies on something hate, anger, jealousy, rage, greed, and all this manufactured man made manured manipulated fear can’t touch.

LOVE of one another.

Here’s an oldie but a goodie from the 1973 era, if any of you were around back then, who knows?  I hope there is at least one person out there in this “series of tubes’” (as it was explained to this reporter and the late Alaska Senator Ted Stevens who made that great observation/belief public sometime in the 90’s? so that we could all understand this magical land called the internet!), who is old enough to SEA past all of the ‘illuminated’ horse hockey on all them electronic collars y’all are so found of!  Ever posting/surfing/exposing in the insane worlds of FACEBOOK and Twitter; a CIA/FBI wet dream!),

…but we only collect ‘meta data’ (whatever that means pal!), thus, we are not watching YOU!

HA!

So without further adieu, here in Mr. Johnny Cash singing this Gold.  Please excuse the silent nature of the delivery, but one must use one’s imagination to get the point and, moreover, EMOTION…

“Flesh & Blood”

by, Johnny Cash

(1932-2003)

RIP

“…besides the singin’ mountain stream, where the willows grew;

where the silver leaf maple sparkled in the morning dew’

I braided twigs of willow, made a string of buckeye…

But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you’re the one I need,

yes, flesh and blood need flesh and blood and your the one I need.


I leaned against the bark of birch and breathed in the honey dew.

Saw a north bound flock of geese against the sky of baby blue.

Beside the lily path I carved a whistle from a reed,

Mother Nature’s quite a lady, but you’re the one I need;

Flesh and Blood needs flesh and blood and you’re the one I need.


A Cardinal sang just for me and I thanked him for the song, the sun went slowly down the West, and we had to move along…

These are some of the things on which my mind and spirit feed, but flesh and blood and you are the one I need.  flesh and blood need flesh and blood and you’re the one I need.

And when the day was ended,  I was very satisfied, though I know everything I touched would wither and die, and LOVE was all that would remain,


and grow from all these seeds…


Mother Nature’s quite a lady and your the one I need.

Flesh and Blood need flesh and blood and you’re the one I need,

Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood,

and you’re the one I need.”

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M

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