- My name is Yon Yonson,
- I live in Wisconsin.
- I work in a lumber yard there.
- The people I meet as
- I walk down the street,
- They say "Hello!"
- I say "Hello!"
- They say "What's your name."
- I say: My name is Yon Yonson... (repeated again and again).
- Want to hear Carl Sandburg sing this in 1958, when he was 80?
THE FOOL'S PRAYER
by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)
The royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the Monarch's silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'T is not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'T is by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept--
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say--
Who knows how grandly it had rung!
"Our faults no tenderness should ask.
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders -- oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
Carrying Water to the Field
by Joyce Sutphen
And on those hot afternoons in July,
when my father was out on the tractor
cultivating rows of corn, my mother
would send us out with a Mason jar
filled with ice and water, a dish towel
wrapped around it for insulation.
Like a rocket launched to an orbiting
planet, we would cut across the fields
in a trajectory calculated to intercept—
or, perhaps, even—surprise him
in his absorption with the row and the
turning always over earth beneath the blade.
He would look up and see us, throttle
down, stop, and step from the tractor
with the grace of a cowboy dismounting
his horse, and receive gratefully the jar
of water, ice cubes now melted into tiny
shards, drinking it down in a single gulp,
while we watched, mission accomplished.
Fake news ?
Milwaukee Journal article 1989
Son Leland becomes Yibawean 7-3-16
Mother Denise and Zoe do the honors
Finished Dixman result 7-3-16
Lee, visiting here 7-17
with his old furry Froggy doll;
he is still Yibawean
Leland's grandfather Leslie Dix circa 2000
sets family pace
Lee's Grandfather in Oval Office as Consumer Affairs aide to LBJ
Lee, when a college Portuguese student, put us onto this exciting music of Ivete
Sangalo. Sanz in a duo is great too.