It's astounding.
Left Okemah one week ago today to play at the South East Regional Folk Alliance in NorthCarolina and to do some songwriting in Nashville along the way....
And just before leaving, I threw some moonflower and morning glory seeds in the ground, and planted some cucumber, zucchini, and squash seeds; and finally got more onions in the ground....
And now, I'm home.
And in one week, all the seeds have sprouted and are up, along with everything else in the garden.
And on Monday, most of the city of Moore was razed to the ground within less than an hour by an F-5 tornado.
And Okemah dodged a bullet....
Here's a rough draft of a song i'm workin on....
(click on "Read more" to hear it)
Begin Again
(Moore, Oklahoma)
Watch the storms roll in
Fairweather friends
We can't stop the winds from blowin
And in the end, in the end, we begin again
Caught in Little Rock
Watch as now what's not
We can't stop the winds from blowin
And in the end, in the end, we begin again
Out from Nashville to the coast
Round the Blue Ridge I think of Moore the most
On the open plains from Asheville
Sirens sound, diving down, cling for life underground
Are you still within
The wreckage and the falling in
We can't stop the winds from blowin
And in the end, in the end, we begin again
Oh, these souls! Oh, this season!
There is no rhyme or reason.
We rise up
We get knocked down
Cleaning up
Rebuild our hope around
We can't stop the winds from blowin
And in the end, in the end, we begin again
Yes, in the end, in the end, we begin again
In the end, in the end, we begin again.
"Moore," Susan Herndon @ Okie Turtle Music 2013