A Place for "October Song"

Being in the October of my life, I offer a song. As an introduction, I acknowledge Whitman.

I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)

Not words of routine this song of mine,

But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer

bring…

I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,

Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond

them,

A reminiscence sing.

-Walt Whitman

October Song

Harvest is in the wind.

Seeds that were sown,

Yield grain and chaff.

Standing beneath a great silo,

I sing.

Some tones are sweet.

Some tones contain sorrow and grief.

Some carry regret,

But most vocalizations proclaim joy.

Wind-be strong.

Spin this song upward in whirling currents.

Purport these sounds to listening ears.

Deliver these notes to the corners of the earth and beyond.

A faint echo returns.

The wind subsides.

Stillness.

Silence.

CPW

CPW