Monday, September 14, 2009

A Place for Us

on a misty morning walk
i met a friend we sat and talked
about a place for us
all our words rambled high and low
from the catskills down to new mexico
there's a place for us
from the coney island rides
out to the california tides
there's a place for us
under a storyteller's tree
or on a riverbank down in tennessee
there's a place for us

where people gather in the summer heat
talk and laughter float on down the street
there's a string band playing and the dancing feet
make such a peaceful sound on the hot concrete

from the town halls up in maine
to the windmills on the plains
there's a place for us
where the farmer feeds the town
and the high school band supplies the sound
there's a place for us

when our borders disappear
and the signs say you're welcome here
where empty new york city lots
become neighborhood garden plots
there's a place for us

from the rockies to the shore
when there's a land of poetry and open doors
under a sky of endless love
can be the world we're dreaming of
a place for us

where people gather at an evening fair
crazy orchestras have filled the air
at every table there's an extra chair
and a hand to shake and a plate to share

on a misty morning walk
i met a friend so we sat and talked
about a place for us


By Dan Zanes

2 comments:

  1. Jen, this reminds me of you and how welcome I always feel when I'm around you : )

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