{"id":50315,"date":"2011-07-08T21:14:43","date_gmt":"2011-07-09T01:14:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/50315\/poems-love-peter-paul-mary-songbook-a-e-story-form\/"},"modified":"2011-07-08T21:14:43","modified_gmt":"2011-07-09T01:14:43","slug":"poems-love-peter-paul-mary-songbook-a-e-story-form","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/50315\/poems-love-peter-paul-mary-songbook-a-e-story-form\/","title":{"rendered":"POEMS: For The Love of It All and Peter, Paul and Mary Songbook A-E in Story Form"},"content":{"rendered":"

These are for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge<\/a>. \u00a0This week Michelle and I are looking for writes about camping out or summer camp memories. \u00a0 Writers are also asked to use a song title or two by the folk group Peter, Paul and Mary, who once did a whole album about<\/strong><\/em><\/font>“singing around the campfire.”<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

PETER, PAUL AND MARY SONGBOOK A-E IN STORY FORM<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

From 24 GREEN STREET,
\nwe drove 500 MILES
\nfor what seemed like 75 SEPTEMBERS
\nbefore we finally reached the campground.<\/font><\/p>\n

When we arrived, we immediately began A SOULIN,\u2019
\nwhich got ALL GOD\u2019S CRITTERS ALL MIXED UP,
\nsince we were all white.<\/font><\/p>\n

I recalled ALL MY TRIALS
\nALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.
\nI was acquitted in every one of them
\neven though none were televised.
\nAND WHEN I DIE,
\nI expect you to APOLOGIZE
\nFrom AUTUMN TO MAY
\nlike a whore of BABYLON,
\nfor turning me in OH, SINNER MAN.<\/font><\/p>\n

I will sing the BALLAD OF SPRING HILL,
\nwhile you have BAMBOO shoots
\nshoved under your finger nails
\nin a dark dungeon in some BEAUTIFUL CITY,
\nbecause ALL MEN ARE BROTHERS,
\nWe had BEEN ON THE ROAD TOO LONG.
\nback when we were the BEST OF FRIENDS,
\nwhen you ran off with my girlfriend and my dog, BETTY & DUPREE
\nin my BIG BOAT, with your long, stringy hair
\nBLOWING IN THE WIND.<\/font><\/p>\n

Later I heard you have been squeezed to death
\nin an Amozonian jungle
\nby a BLUE BOA CONSTRICTOR.
\nThen someone said no,
\nthat was just BOB DYLAN\u2019S DREAM.<\/font><\/p>\n

Someone else said you were seen
\noutside a homelsee shelter in downtown Baltimore
\nasking passersby: BROTHER, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?
\nBUT A MOMENT later, yet someone else
\ntook my BY SURPRISE
\nby announcing that you were in CANAAN LAND,
\nwith a character from Star Wars named Jar-Jar
\nwho drove you around in his CAR-CAR.<\/font><\/p>\n

I married and had twelve children.
\nWhen they were grown,
\nI wanted them all to go look for you.
\n\u201cCHILDREN GO WHERE I SEND THEE,\u201d I told them.
\nMy CHILDREN, ONE AND ALL, heeded my call
\nafter a hearty CHRISTMAS DINNER and a CIRCUS,
\nwhen I said: \u201cCOME AND GO WITH ME.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n

Thus came THE COMING OF THE ROADS.
\nWe looked everywhere,
\neven in the lair of the CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTOR
\nfrom THE CRUEL WAR.<\/font><\/p>\n

Finally, at DANNY\u2019S DOWNS,
\nwe could say our long DAY IS DONE.
\nWe found you, but DELIVERY DELAYED
\nwhen UPS mixed you up with another DEPORTEE,
\na Chinese guy named DODI LI.<\/font><\/p>\n

When we opened your crate,
\nyou immediately said angrily,
\n\u201cDON\u2019T EVER TAKE AWAY MY FREEDOM!\u201d
\nBut then you added,
\n\u201cDON\u2019T GO DOWN TO THE QUARRY,
\nand DON\u2019T LAUGH AT ME.\u201d
\nI replied, \u201cDON\u2019T THINK TWICE, IT\u2019S ALL RIGHT.\u201d
\nand we left you DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE
\nEARLY IN THE MORNING.
\nYou caught pneumonia in the EARLY MORNIN\u2019 RAIN,
\nand died while fleeing to EL SALVADOR.<\/font><\/p>\n

Now you are gone,
\nand I and my ERIKA WITH THE WINDY YELLOW HAIR
\nsmell EVERY FLOWER.<\/font><\/p>\n

Copyright July 7th 2011 RGD<\/p>\n

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These are for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge. \u00a0This week Michelle and I are looking for writes about camping out or summer camp memories. \u00a0 Writers are also asked to use a song title or two by the folk group Peter, Paul and Mary, who once did a whole album about“singing around the campfire.” […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-50315","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50315","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=50315"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50315\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50315"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50315"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50315"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}