Words of Love

A small excerpt from a comment to a post on another Substack

Dear All,

In February, just before Valentine’s Day, Austin Kleon had a “Words of Love” posting on his subscribers’ Substack. I can’t share the post, but (without any permission) I’m sharing the image he put with it—a blackout poem.

I liked the whole thing—the poem, message, et. al.

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And I offered a “comment” — which was this:

Over the Hills

Over the hills I went one day

Dreaming of myself and you

And the springtime of years

Since first we met

And all that we've been through

May I not, with delight

Still dream of the years

Of the summer and fall to be

And the many, many verses

Still to be sung

In the ballad of you and me

-- Pete Seeger

A Sleep Song and a Wedding Song and . . .

Over the Hills was a second of two lullabies that I sang for my son from the time he was an infant until he was nearly six years old. If I missed singing the lullabies more than ten times, I would be very surprised. So I have sung that little song way more than a thousand times and close to two thousand.

And I sang it to Jane at out wedding.

A great song. A great songwriter, Pete was. One of the items on my “to write” list is a fan letter to him. Maybe soon.

Anon.

Ridge