Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Bogeyman Blues

Bogeyman Blues

No prophet, I,
I'm a dresser of trees,
A pruner of blight;
A sniffer of disease.
Hide in upstairs rooms,
Shake the dust
From my shoes,
Send me forth with the word:
I'm the Bogeyman Blues.


26 comments:

  1. thoroughly enjoy, had a pace to it as well, anticipation perhaps :)

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    1. Not anticipation, I hope, Aidz! Thanks for stopping by here.

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  2. Yes, one is there but one is not going to surprise anybody. The bogeyman is expected to take it without hurting. That's how I see it! Nicely Karen!

    Hank

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  3. I think I have the Bogeyman Blues in sympathy!

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    1. Maybe we can shake the dust together!

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  4. Oh Karen, this desperately needs a tune...

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    1. I love to swing the rhythm, Aprille.

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  5. I specially like dresser of trees ~ Love the terse and tight lines ~

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  6. A song! About the meanie in that childhood poem that the bogeyman will get me if I don't watch out!?? Please, don't trim my tree . . .

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  7. Love "I'm a dresser of trees".......yes, this would make a fine song.

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  8. Mysterious... I love the rhythm of it! And recollections of childhood bogeyman blues.

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  9. Agree with comments above, there is a definite rhythm here!:)

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  10. I love it!
    I do think it could be a great song :D

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    1. That's how I hear it, Ella.

      Thanks.

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  11. This is wonderful. I love the idea of the "Bogeyman Blues."

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  12. Send forth the Bogeyman Man to sing his Blues. How fun.

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