Late June Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Late June
There's a fire burning, deep down in my soul. A
fire that burns, for the ways of ole. Everyone trying
to change me, saying those ways ain't got no more soul.
But, I keep saying, they ain't got no ground, What good
is a soul, if there ain't no roots, deep down.
Now Grandma can boogy and Grandpa can Jive. But, if they
both pass away, there ain't nobody to keep it alive!
So I'll dig out those old albums, and put on a tune,
and ain't Nobody gonna see me, till late, late June! ! !
(Late June by Rebecca Navarre.) **Sometimes we must fight to hold to those grassroots values as the current trends are passing us by. Love the implications of this poem. Thanks Rebecca.
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Everyone trying to change me, saying those ways ain't got no more soul.- - well expressed thoughts
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A fire burning in the sole of my soul/ Yearning for records of old gold/Singing and dancing for the good of my soul/Sheltering me from winter's cold
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