Two Christmas Poems

Amid the Christmas riot,
I yearn for peace and quiet.
For me the ideal present
Is lovely peace from heaven.


Our Father above sent his Son to the earth.
His infinite love gave us chance at new birth.
A newly born child,
So meek and so mild,
The gift of his life gives us reason for mirth.


Copyright 2006
Emerald Effect Enterprises

Spoken Like Poetry
(1 of 4)

Spoken by Teri:

We can’t live without water.
In Kentucky we live in a forest with forty to fifty inches of rainfall a year,
And can’t get a clean drink of water.
That’s a sad story.

And to think we have allowed one industry
-One industry-
To take it away from us.

You cannot continue to destroy the most diverse hardwood forests in the world,
Leaving deserts on top of these mountain ranges,
And expect to have water for the southeastern part of the United States.

You can live without coal.

You can live without oil.

You can live without gas.

But you cannot live without water.


This material originally appeared in Plundering Appalachia: The Tragedy of Mountaintop-Removal Coal Mining. The book was edited by Tom Butler and George Wuerther and it was published by Earth Aware Editions in 2009. The material was printed as a transcript of a spoken interview. I copied the transcript verbatim then I edited it by simply changing the sentences in paragraphs to lines in a “poem”.

Emerald

Spoken Like Poetry
(2 of 4)

Spoken by Pam:

Speaking as a person in education,
Recently in the news they’ve been putting out all these reports that the counties
Richest in coal are the
Poorest counties in the state.

We should have every piece of technology in the world in this school.
Our school should not do without anything.
We didn’t even have enough money to pay for a music teacher this year.
That’s not progress.
I had a music teacher when I went to school forty years ago.

These kids shouldn’t have to do without anything.
They’re hauling all that coal out of here,
And the kids are suffering these consequences,
And they can’t play on their roads;
They have no sidewalks.
Our schools should be state-of-the-art,
And we don’t have a music teacher.


This material originally appeared in Plundering Appalachia: The Tragedy of Mountaintop-Removal Coal Mining. The book was edited by Tom Butler and George Wuerther and it was published by Earth Aware Editions in 2009. The material was printed as a transcript of a spoken interview. I copied the transcript verbatim then I edited it by simply changing the sentences in paragraphs to lines in a “poem”.

Emerald

Spoken Like Poetry


Spoken by Lucious:

The second time they flooded this holler,
It had rained for about two weeks,
Seemed like every day.

They had about five or six dams built up there
And they had coal piled up in it.
And they was going to clean that pond, that pit of coal up,
And what they had was loose dirt piled up to hold that water in there.
When they sunk that backhoe bucket in that loose dirt all that water pressure,
It all come down through here.

You talk about something awful.

Car tires.

Trees.

Logs.

Car hoods.

Everything.

‘Cause it used to be a garbage dump up there.
Everything come down
And you talk about something stinking.

Good God almighty.



This material originally appeared in Plundering Appalachia: The Tragedy of Mountaintop-Removal Coal Mining. The book was edited by Tom Butler and George Wuerther and it was published by Earth Aware Editions in 2009. The material was printed as a transcript of a spoken interview. I copied the transcript verbatim then I edited it by simply changing the sentences in paragraphs to lines in a “poem”.

Emerald

Spoken Like Poetry


Spoken by Judy:

My daddy was a mountaineer before he was a coal miner.
God made mountaineers.
Man – and greed – made coal miners.
I’m sorry but that’s the truth.

My daddy mined coal to make money.
I prize my sense of being a mountaineer,
My sense of place more than I prize the money that coal mining brought,
And if I knew then what I know now,
I would rather my father have lived off the land.
I would rather not have had any materialistic things,
because my father suffered mightily from black lung.
It broke his body.
It broke him.
He died six months after he retired.

And coal does that to people.
It breaks a man’s back.
It breaks his spirit.
You see what it does to people –
That they’re willing to allow their children to be poisoned so that they can make a living.

Coal does bad things to you.



This material originally appeared in Plundering Appalachia: The Tragedy of Mountaintop-Removal Coal Mining. The book was edited by Tom Butler and George Wuerther and it was published by Earth Aware Editions in 2009. The material was printed as a transcript of a spoken interview. I copied the transcript verbatim then I edited it by simply changing the sentences in paragraphs to lines in a “poem”.

Emerald

Wood Thrushes at Night Fall

Thrushes are the last singers of the day

They sing the woods to sleep

Mysteriously, melodiously they call into the dusk


At times one will sing a liquid tune

Then others join in overlapping duets and trios

The near ones seem to stop and listen

And others are heard in the velvet distance


Stillness overtakes the woods

Thrushes are the last birds to fall silent

Going quiet here and there

One by one they cease singing

Like the gentle blinking out of fireflies



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eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

A Concert of Thrushes


Exploding in song

Like gentle fireworks

Each perfectly individual

Each perfectly integrated with others

A polyphony of sweet questioning tones




Copyright 2009
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

Like a Thrush

Take a breath of ordinary air.

Warm it with your extra-ordinary spirit.

Sing like there’s no tomorrow.

Repeat relentlessly.


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I wish that all the world would hush
And listen to the thoughtful thrush...


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eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

I am interested in the nicknames for sports teams. Some of the nicknames involve actual animals such as the “Eagles”, the “Panthers”, or the “Lions”.

Other nicknames relate to composite animals. One example is the “Bearcats”.
A bearcat is a combination of a cat and a bear. Another example is the “Bulldogs”. A bulldog is a combination of a dog and a bull. The final example is the “Bobcats”. A bobcat is a combination of a cat and a Bob!


Copyright (c) July 8, 2009
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

fear of darkening sun

terror of blood red moon

turmoil of whirling wind

chaos of swirling mist

tongues of consecrating fire

pouring out of Holy Spirit

sons and daughters prophesy

young men see beyond the world

old men dream salvation’s bliss

all the people call the Lord

dawn of great and glorious day!



See Acts 2: 1-21


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Ezekiel’s Rap
(A dramatization of Ezekiel 37: 1-14)

Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom,
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.

The Spirit of the Lord took Ezekiel’s hand
And led him down to a hot, dry land.
He felt despair and he felt cold dread
To find himself in the valley of the dead.
Dry bones by thousands was the thing he saw.
The terrible sight filled his mind with awe.
Nothing moved, not a sign of life…
The wind cut through like a long sharp knife.

Like a knife, like a knife, like a long sharp knife.
Like a knife, like a knife, like a long sharp knife.

The Lord said to Zeke, “Can these dry bones live?”
He said, “That’s an answer only you can give.”
“Then prophesy and give my Word.
Speak of the will of the living Lord.
These loose dry bones are still as death,
But they’ll come to life from my Spirit’s breath.
Tendons will form as they start to thrive.
Muscles will grow and the skin come alive.
Then you will know that I am the Lord.
You’ll know I speak with a powerful Word.”

Hear the Word, hear the Word, hear the powerful Word.
Hear the Word, hear the Word, hear the powerful Word.

So he prophesied and the Word was spread,
The message sent to the long, long dead.
It was silent there as he looked around.
No moving thing could then be found.
The air was still, the sky was black.
Then the earth was split by a mighty crack.
The noise Zeke heard was more than fright’ning.
The Spirit of the Lord hit the bones like lightning.

Crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, doom, doom.
Crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, doom, doom.

A rattlin’ sound came across the ground.
The hot dry bones slowly moved around.
The bones came together with a clickity clack.
Tendons formed and their muscles grew back.
Their bodies took shape but they had no breath.
They still had the look of eternal death.

Give us breath, give us breath, give us back our breath.
Give us breath, give us breath, give us back our breath.

Then the Lord said to Zeke, “Prophesy to the breath.
Bring these dry bones back from death.”
So he prophesied and obeyed the command.
The four winds came from across the land.
From north and south and east and west,
The wind filled the lungs in every breast.

Feel the wind, feel the wind, fill the Spirit in the wind.
Feel the wind, feel the wind, fill the Spirit in the wind.

Then the dry bones stirred and up they arose.
Their parts connected from their heads to their toes.
Their muscles stretched and their hot blood flowed.
Their bodies had strength and their clear eyes glowed.
Row after row, what a mighty throng.
A vast array, many thousands strong.

Take a breath, take a breath, and take a long, deep breath.
Take a breath, take a breath, and take a long, deep breath.

Ezekiel’s hair must’ve stood on end
To see those dry bones sway and bend.
It was very hot, but he felt a bad chill.
His body trembled with fearful thrill.
Then the Lord said to Zeke, “Now it’s time to explain.
These people have died with a bitter pain.
A thousand years in this place they have lain.
The spirit of the Lord raised them up again.
These are the people of the Israel band.
I will take them back to the Israel land.”

Take us back, take us back, take us to the Promised Land.
Take us back, take us back, take us to the Promised Land.

“Their hope was gone and they didn’t know why.
They had no strength; they were hung out to dry.
But their graves will open when the dead land shakes.
And they will rise up when the dry earth quakes.
I will raise them up, on their feet they’ll stand.
And they will return to the Promised Land.
Then you will know that I am the Lord.
You’ll know I speak with a powerful Word.
So prophesy to the end of strife.
And prophesy to abundant life.”

Live again, live again, come to life, and live again.
Live again, live again, come to life, and live again.

So all you people sing and dance.
Praise the Lord in a holy trance.
Say your prayers and then cry out.
Give your thanks, then jump and shout.

Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.


Copyright (c) 2008
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

Touchdown Nightmare

I have a recurring nightmare that I am about to score a touchdown in the Super Bowl.

In football a touchdown is worth six points. Scoring a touchdown is the single activity that produces the most points at once. Players are often very naturally excited about scoring a touchdown. Players will celebrate a touchdown with great enthusiasm.

Sometimes players get so excited that they get carried away after a touchdown.
Sometimes a player will deliberately call attention to himself in the act of celebrating a touchdown. Since football is a team sport, excessive individual celebrations have caused officials to penalize teams. Even ordinary spectators criticize players for the way they celebrate after reaching the end zone. They say things like this: “When a player scores a touchdown, he should act like he has been there before”. The idea is that a player should act nonchalant after scoring a touchdown. If the player is good enough to score many touchdowns, then he should not be particularly excited about scoring another one. It is just his job to score touchdowns. It should be a routine matter.

However, since scoring a touchdown is the most valuable action in football then every time a touchdown is scored it should be considered to be an important event. This is often demonstrated by football game broadcasters. Some of the broadcasters are hired by a team to announce the team’s games. It is natural for these broadcasters to get excited when the team that is paying for the broadcast scores a touchdown. Even when the opponents score a touchdown the announcers get excited because of the negative effect on their team.

It is a different circumstance when the broadcasters are paid by an independent company to announce a game. Because the announcers supposedly do not favor either team it seems that the announcers should not be very excited if either team scores a touchdown. These announcers will still act extremely excited in response to a touchdown. I suppose the announcers are trying to make the game interesting for fans of the teams as well as other viewers and listeners, but it does not make much sense to be enthusiastic after a touchdown if, for example, one team is leading 35 to 0 late in the fourth quarter.

One successful head football coach was recently quoted as saying, “It’s all about scoring points”. If coaches, team owners, fans, and broadcasters can get excited about touchdowns, then why must the players show restraint?

Why do I have a recurring nightmare that I am about to score a touchdown in the Super Bowl? If scoring a touchdown is the single most important activity in football and many people value it, then I should be excited about scoring a touchdown in front of a stadium crowd of tens of thousands and a television audience of millions of people. My coaches and fellow players would enthusiastically congratulate me and my fans would be extremely happy, but the idea of scoring a touchdown frightens me. I have never scored a touchdown in the Super Bowl (or anywhere) and if I did I would be embarrassed because I would not know how to act. I’ve never been there before!


Copyright (c) January 29, 2010
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

Here is a story about Jerry West which may or may not be true:

In the 1956-57 season, several years before he became professional star with the Los Angeles Lakers, Jerry was a player on the freshman basketball team of the West Virginia University Mountaineers. He completed a successful season and he looked forward to the team banquet at the end of the season.

He was terribly shy and he struggled to get a date for the banquet. He finally had to settle for asking someone who didn’t know anything about basketball or his team mates.

While Jerry and his date were enjoying the meal Jerry was indicating the various coaches and players and telling her their names and talking about them.

Just as Jerry said, “and there’s Hot Rod Hundley”, his date exclaimed, “That looks like a panda to me!”

“It is a panda”, agreed Jerry, “but it is also Hot Rod Hundley”.

“How could a panda possibly be good at playing basketball?” asked his date.

“You might not expect it, explained Jerry, but that panda is a very talented basketball player. He is a senior and the team leader. We put him in a basketball uniform and do the best we can to make him look like a human being. To tell the truth the team wouldn’t be successful without him. He’s short and he’s slow, but he can dribble behind his back and between his legs. He often takes hook shots at the foul line and sometimes he hangs on the rim and waits for me to throw him a lob pass. He spins the ball on his fingers, rolls it down his arm, and even rolls it behind his back. In addition to all the daredevil maneuvers and antics he’s really a hot shooter so that’s why we call him ‘Hot Rod’.”

Jerry’s date did the best she could to accept what Jerry was saying about Hot Rod but she noticed what Hot Rod was eating and asked, “What is that strange stuff he is eating?”

“Since Hot Rod is a panda he requires a special diet, replied Jerry. It’s an especially difficult challenge to find food for him on team road trips because he just eats shoots and leaves.”

After the dinner it was the Mountaineer tradition to go to the gym and play a game of HORSE before the awards ceremony. Even though Hot Rod only took hook shots from the three point range he won the HORSE game. Later as they were moving back to the dining area Jerry’s date noticed Hot Rod shuffling down the hall on the way to the exit. She asked Jerry, “Isn’t Hot Rod going to stay for the awards ceremony?” “Oh no”, answered Jerry, “It’s Hot Rod’s tradition to never stay for the awards ceremony. He just eats, shoots, and leaves.”

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eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

A Unified Field Theory

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:

“In physics, a unified field theory is a type of field theory that allows all that is usually thought of as fundamental forces and elementary particles to be written in terms of a single field. There is no accepted unified field theory. It remains an open line of research. The term was coined by Einstein who attempted to unify the general theory of relativity with electromagnetism, hoping to recover an approximation for quantum theory. A "theory of everything" is closely related to unified field theory, but differs by not requiring the basis of nature to be fields, and also attempts to explain all physical constants of nature.”

For many years I have also striven to discover the unified field theory and now I have discovered it at last.

The Pauli exclusion principle is a quantum mechanical principle proposed by the Austrian physicist Wolfgang Pauli in 1925. The Pauli exlusion principle, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows “When in doubt, leave it out”.

In 1927 Werner Heisenberg published the uncertainty principle of quantum physics which he formulated in Niels Bohr's institute at Copenhagen while working on the mathematical foundations of quantum mechanics. The Heisenberg uncertainty principle, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows: “If you don’t know what to do then do nothing” or is it “If you don’t know what to do then do something even if it is wrong”? I don’t know which it is. I am uncertain.

The forgiveness principle is of unknown origin and, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows: “It is better to beg forgiveness than it is to ask permission”.

Finally, the pleasure principle is a psychoanalytic concept originated by Sigmund Freud. The pleasure principle, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows: “If it feels good then do it”.

Here’s how the principles are unified: the exclusion principle gets you to first base, the uncertainty principle gets you to second base, the forgiveness principle gets you to third base and then the pleasure principle gets you home free.

So there you have it: the unified baseball field theory!


Copyright © May 16, 2010
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

God Loved the World
(Sing to LONESOME ROAD, folk song)

God loved the world.
He gave us Jesus, not to condemn, but save.
Our Lord was born to bring redemption, if we believe in him.

And on the Cross our Lord was lifted, he sacrificed his life.
He bore our grief; he bore our sadness, hung on the Cross to die.

“My God”, he cried, “Why did you leave me?”
He suffered and he died.
And then he rose, to life eternal.
From sin he made us free.

Alleluia! Alleluia!
He died and rose for us.
By faith through grace, we have salvation.
Alleluia! Amen.


Copyright (c) 2008
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

Frustration

I’ve been beaten up so I can be knocked down.
I feel like I’ve been run into the ground.
My home is so old that I can’t beat the mold.
Life should be better or so I’ve been told.
Stuff in my home is so easily lost.
I just can’t recall what I kept or I tossed.
Everything I own is rusted or busted.
There’s a short list of folks that I think can be trusted.

I worked like a fool, now it seems such a waste.
I’ve been pushed, I’ve been pulled, I’ve been hounded and chased.
I’m left with no strength and I’ve lost all my might.
Berated and stifled ‘til my mind is not right.
Bullied, belittled, and broken, and bound.
Bewildered, confused ‘til I’m lost more than found.
Harassed and distressed ‘til I finally foundered.
Baited and cheated: no wonder I floundered.

Dastardly folks tried to hold my head under.
Over and over I was blamed for their blunder.
I’ve been done wrong and done in and left out.
I feel it’s not right that I lose every bout.
I’ve been trampled by “winners” on their way to the trough.
I’ve been poked, I’ve been prodded and put on and put off.
I’ve been tossed back and forth and then forth and back.
I get to see the sky when I land on my back.

I’ve been rode hard and put away wet.
Them that did it didn’t even break a sweat.
In spite of my trouble I hope now and then.
Things will get better? I’d like to know when.
I’ve been suppressed, oppressed, repressed, and depressed.
There’s nothing I’d like more than years of deep rest.
Fall down seven times and get up eight?
I think I’ll just lie here and wait.


Copyright(c) August 16, 2009
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

Robin’s
Egg
Blue
Bird
of
Happiness
is
a
State
of
Mind.


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eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

A creamy tan, a subtle brown;
A bird of country, not of town.
A flock of little woodland friends:
Chirpy, cheery, lively wrens.


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Keep your eyes open and maybe you’ll see:
A bird will take flight from its perch on a tree.
A bird on the wing is a wonderful thing.
Think what it’s like to fly high and be free.


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A duck on the land has an ungainly pace.
Its swimming is faster but won’t win a race.
You’d think that you ought
Not to give it a thought,
But a duck in the air moves with powerful grace.


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Redheaded Sasquatch for Jesus

People don’t believe in Jesus like they could.
People don’t respect God as they should.
God blessed America, He made it free.
The Lord gave this country to you and to me!

I’m just a redheaded Sasquatch for Jesus,
Livin’ on this guilty sod.
I’m goin’ to heaven (just not Yeti)
I’m just a Bigfoot for God!

People don’t believe I exist.
They wonder how I could subsist.
They claim that I’m just a hoax.
They make abominable jokes!

I’m just a redheaded Sasquatch for Jesus,
Livin’ on this guilty sod.
I’m goin’ to heaven (just not Yeti)
I’m just a Bigfoot for God!

People don’t believe that we’re real.
So Jesus, we’ll both make a deal.
You believe in me and I’ll believe in You.
Together we’ll both do God’s Will!

I’m just a redheaded Sasquatch for Jesus,
Livin’ on this guilty sod.
I’m goin’ to heaven (just not Yeti)
I’m just a Bigfoot for God!

Nine feet of Bigfoot for God!
Another foot soldier for God!
Livin’ my whole life for God!



Words and Music
Copyright (c) 2008
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

The Donut Connection
(sing to The Rainbow Connection)

You said that we could meet
And talk and have coffee
And munch on a donut (or two).

I picked the time and place
And gave you directions,
But you’re late
And I wonder why.

Now I’m just sitting here
Fretting and fuming…
It seems like a lifetime to me,

But someday you’ll find it,
The Donut Connection,
The coffee, the creamer, and me.

Donuts with chocolate cream?
I think that I’ll likely have three!


Words only
Copyright (c) December 5, 2009
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

Electromagnetic is not just invisible.
It’s visible, physical, and also it’s audible.
It radiates heat and its current is stunning.
Its powerful force keeps our whole nation running.


Electromagnetic Personalities

She made quite a stir and she never was quiet.
Wherever she went she incited a riot.
Love her or hate her;
Just never debate her.
Flamboyantly passionate, bold Ultra Violet.

There once was a man who was named Alfie Ray.
He married his sweetheart who became Betty Ray.
Their pride and their joy was young Gamma Ray.
His happy godmother was old Gramma Ray.

There once was a man who was named Gamma Ray.
Exposure to lead brought an end to his “day”.
Though once he existed,
He deceased and desisted.
He weakened and slowed: now he’s just an X Ray.

There once was a woman whose temper was hot.
She had flaming red hair and she won when she fought.
What was the name
Of this dominant dame?
This powerful creature was Infra Red Haught!


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Abide in Me

(“Words” of Jesus sung to EVENTIDE*)
[Evangelical Lutheran Worship, # 629]

Abide in me as I abide in you.
Dwell in my light as my light dwells in you.
Live in my truth as my truth lives in you.
Live in my Word as my Word lives in you.

Children of God, his seed abides in you.
God grows the vine and I am that true vine.
I am the vine and you are but one branch.
Give forth your fruit as you are called to bear.

God is my Father. He and I are one.
As Father loved me so have I loved you.
Father will love you; make his home with you.
Abide in love as love abides in you.

Love one another. God has first loved you.
Keep his commandments. Show your love for him.
Follow his way and you will walk in truth.
Ask and receive. God makes your joy complete.


Copyright (c) 2009
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

*This hymn may be sung to any melody
with ten syllables in each line
and four lines in each stanza.

Don’t You Dawdle

You say that you’re just killin’ time,
Or is it time that’s killin’ you?
It’s not too late; it’s not past time,
To start to find a fun pastime.

Don’t you dawdle and don’t delay.
Try to find a better way.
The sun is shinin’, so let’s make hay!
It’s time to start a brand new day!

Me-o-my-o! Don’t time fly?
I’m havin’ fun, that’s not a lie.
I’m so plucky…you wonder why?
I’m not lucky, it’s ‘cause I try!

Don’t you dawdle and don’t delay.
Try to find a better way.
The sun is shinin’, so let’s make hay!
It’s time to start a brand new day!

Another day in paradise!
Another day in ecstasy!
Life is ducky, can’t you see?
It’s just like this eternally!

Don’t you dawdle and don’t delay.
Try to find a better way.
The sun is shinin’, so let’s make hay!
It’s time to start a brand new day!

Words and Music

Copyright (c) 2008

eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

Ol’ Man River

Ol’ Man River, so deep, so wide.
Your channel holds your soul inside.
Your rolling water, so dark, so slow.
Is this the way your thoughts now flow?

Perhaps the night inspires a dream
Of days of being just a stream.
Can you recall your droplet birth?
Your start outside the mother earth?
You then became a bubbling spring
And nature heard you laugh and sing.
You leapt and played like other rills
And tumbled down majestic hills.
So bright and clear your sparkling spills
Like happy kids or champagne thrills.

You disregard your history
Inside your staid maturity?
Perhaps you ponder mystery
Or maybe future certainty.
Do you expect decreasing speed
Or in the present give no heed
That freshness might soon turn to salt?

You cannot win against assault.
Relentless nature’s gravity
Convert’s “Ol’ Man” into the sea.

Copyright (c) 2009

eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises

To Be a Mountaineer

It’s a good night to be a Mountaineer wherever you may be.
It’s a good night to be a Mountaineer whatever you may see.
From Huntington to Martinsburg,
From Morgantown to Parkersburg,
It’s a good night to be a Mountaineer wherever you may be.

It’s a good day to be a Mountaineer no matter where you are.
It’s a good day to be a Mountaineer no matter near or far.
Sometimes we move to “foreign parts”,
But West Virginia keeps our hearts.
It’s a good day to be a Mountaineer no matter where you are.

It’s a good time to be a Mountaineer whatever work you do.
It’s a good time to be a Mountaineer, we all depend on you.
You cut the timber, you work the mines,
You build our homes, you teach young minds.
It’s a good time to be a Mountaineer whatever work you do.

It’s a great life to be a Mountaineer as long as you’re with me.
It’s a great life to be a Mountaineer, our love is strong, you see.
We stick together through thick and thin,
We play together, we play to win!
It’s a great life to be a Mountaineer as long as you’re with me.

Words and Music
Copyright (c) 2006
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises