Hey, Raggedy. Odd about your weather, PA, but I did tell someone that the worst snow storms we ever had in Virginia were in April, and it was doubly bad because it was usually that wet type that compacted into drifts.
Ah, Maya. I can tell you one thing about that lady. She did NOT give autographs. Some of my students went to see her at a local black college, and she was quite adamant about that.
Loved Robert Downy in Chaplin, but was always getting him confused with Rob Lowe.
One of my favorites by Maya
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
and a song from the movie of Chaplin who loved a woman named Hetty. <smile>
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
It ends up the same
Walkin' the streets out in singapore
It was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from hong kong
She did everything right
Countess from hong kong
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
She's like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from india
They fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
She cut among the trees
Countess from hong kong believe me baby
Now you're, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong
