The Flying Trap Ease

Trades on the Winds touching the Solar leap to lands Upon the Story,

in the steady on the goes for this is the deed of Oxygen to shoe,

a buckle for the Equator the Poles on the divides roundin' an Stew,

sync with a Powder on the revelry of drew Thunder announced,

as the bulb on the pressure to advance a skid talk spice gain a View`d

that Map of Sanctions to envelope a Truth for in the Stile there are these Chests.

Stream like a Sound to the Mountain of Core Va Lash,

in the blinking scene belong to what is naturally a Singing,

feel in the breeze of Thought at logic to conversation Crock,

reptiles anchor with a gallop of Antelope in the Fields of gravity,

Ancient Migration on the Trails in the Sky lit with Tons.

Speak of Nature to the shy doubt to Tack nothing for All make the Scope,

majestic to Theater a Cinema of lives Living in the tangle get a Comb & dust,

to Witness testify to the factors of Plates on the shale to earthquake the laughter as a hugging fax,

with the tremble shaking stand on the Terra belief is an Era to this a cup of show.

Eyes on the rare in timely detail the Horse before the carriage as the Harness is mortal Combat,

war snot to Clarity on this a steady to Answer the Tale with interest of a fairy,

lightly tread for these earthly grounds are filled to the brim with The Dead.

Over grave upon Tomb the digs and the Brooms Watch foundation as Cat spells the Nines,

in turmoil be Ducky in Tribe call Quack from the Quest regard the Sum thing for the ever spelling fare,

milk shakes Restaurants primal divides Service for the Table and a Napkin for the Guide,

a Treasury of Fountains on the sip of bread & Tea,

dunking is a Sport to know the Saucer has a leaves.

Start the Pour with certain bellows stoking the Fire to increase the sung,

a bookcase bravado Pages on a Steep shall the beaches of sand be Individual counted torques,

chess to Board rooms of Elephants letters Speak with Candor not a dripping causality.

By grain by Rye by Wheat and the ride Feet brake the Wrecks to performance of found,

tunnels that Crashed in the echo bound traps Make dead the Apron to tie Up the said grounds,

filling with Counter this Planet is brim Month fires to Stone sew the Main to a brow,

with the Tongue lashed pretty communicate the Ability not all the Tears,

drop gone subject Cattle the heard to a dissection of  swept a gave to Opera a Graved.

Bring the strength to a shark The Whale in a placed Swim talking dolphin from the Octopus ink,

face the Marrow with gathering News shall the great of All Ways be the Providence of Ear`d,

focus on the shower of Powering Truth speaking A Star may the nights be a skill to firth.

frost on the Snow a footprints belief travel the Trail of the Ancient by lifts.

In that distant surreal know Familiar by Voice on the strum of guitar its in the Harp of the cares,

from each Feat may the beauty be loud as in the sky I vocal a Faith to be leaved,

the deck to Tack right courses the dime in quiet Silence do good be Valiant a Light!!

Sidewalk Blues

All songs, except "Amazing Grace," written and composed by Don Garrett (dg), some going back thirty years.

Special acknowledgement to: John Newton for "Amazing Grace" arranged by Don Garrett; to Dorsey Dixon and Roy Acuff (Acuff-Rose Music) and the "Wreck on the Highway" inspiration for "I Was a Wreck on the Highway" ; to dear Jimmie Rodgers, Peer International Corporation, for the opening lines of "Sidewalk Blues."

dg on guitar, slide, vocals, harmonies and groans and hums throughout.  No bass, no drum, No Rockettes.  Just loving tweaks and mixes,. On "dg's Lullaby" Steve Hohstadt on lead guitar and Pat Hohstadt on harmonica.

Recorded at Trickle Creek Studios, Garberville, CA, Steve Hohstadt, engineer.

"In memory of our son, Dave, who once told me how he liked the "Wreck on the Highway" song.  It meant a lot."

"Right next to God, I want to thank Steve for his patience and friendship in putting this work together.  And to dear Pat, his wife, who kept receiving me into their household and encouraging me even when she was knocked around by pneumonia.

"An to my dear wife of thirty-odd years - the "odd' part pertaining to yours truly she has had to put up with - credit for graphics and photography and any benefits of this work should go to her.

"And finally, thanks to our dear daughter Kathryn - You'll never know what your encouragement means."

Me and My Guitar Player

My friend plays guitar, he has no name

He just appears like the stars with no shame

He plays out in the wood and on the hills

He could be right here on your stage,

So quiet and still, so quiet and still

                                            He just plays straight ahead, simple and clear

                                                        He gets in trouble if he tries to do things he can't hear

I've seen him so free --from afar,

Sitting on the edge of the world strumming his guitar

Ocean waves down below that crash on the rocks

He could be playing the Shepherd's song

To guide the flock to quieten the flock

                                           And what you see may not tell the whole story

                                                  Of what's going down, in the sound for you and me

Everyday is the last of this life

Tomorrow's just a dream with no strife

Guitar man gets glad when there's nothing

He's called a man gone mad, listening, just listening

                                                And there's a roar from within and a roar without

                                                    It's a battle for just one glimpse of what it's all about

He's waited for so long, he just stares

Still looking for that lonesome sound, deep in his ear

He don't talk and he don't see, a mound of clay

He's old and on the street

For love and pay, for love and pay

                               Is it gold, or is it care that lifts his soul

                                                Just a space on this dirty ground so free and bold