Walsenburg Waltz - Page 8

A Foolish Day at the Court House

April 1st, 1981
Opposites drawn like magnetic poles
North and south at the county courthouse
Two fools collide and merge our souls
Writing a story, we find a spouse.

Meeting Judge Murr just before nine,
We say the words and swap the rings
Figuring it will turn out fine,
Like lots of other silly things.

A dyad launched from the Alpha Motel,
Friends at our side who know us well;
A close-kept secret, intensely discussed
We tie the knot and the joke is on us.

one, two, three
one, two, three
you hear the tune
laughing out loud
away from the crowd

 

one, two, three
one, two three
waltzing thru time
swing with the beat
kick up your feet

Re-invocation

Beneath the snowy Spanish Peaks –
The Wahatoya in native speak –
Our tale now ends with Story Creek.
The steady flow of words we speak
On 80 acres of grassy plains,
Bluffs and hills and scrub emerge,
We scratch the land, our lives converge.
Outside the hamlet
– Waltsenburg Waltz