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Words to a song by author/musician Laurie Conrad.
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Song I. Laughter
The earth
of the woods soft underfoot
laughter coming
through the trees
in the sunlight
here & there, in our eyes,
as we go towards the
tall cliffs
drawn by the music of
the cascading water,
its melodies half hidden
& mingled with the sweet
songs of the birds
the World's harmonies
hung on the falls
in the sun & mist
the water falling falling
so sweetly around us
calling to us,
calling our names.
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| Reviewed by Angela Ciero |
2/25/2010 |
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I so want to be there!!How beautifully put! Thank you for sharing!
God Bless!
Angela |
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| Reviewed by Marguerite Lemoine |
5/30/2006 |
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| It sounds like a nice place to contemplate |
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| Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly |
5/30/2006 |
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| Beautiful and symbolic prose. I can picture the serenity and hear the music. Can't wait to listen to this recording. Thanks for sharing. My best, Gloria |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
5/30/2006 |
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There is a mystical quality to this construct, as in all your work that I have sampled, almost like the wonderment of a child as she/he sees something for the first time.
"The Worlds harmonies hung on the falls" to me politicizes the personal (physical) vision, too much, with a contrived sense of being more than one really is, and embracing more than one is really capable of.
Seeing, as opposed to perceiving, beyond the physical can, and does, present too many anomalies when one try's to blend together the ethereal experience, and the corporeal experience, in ways that were never intended.
Richard |
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