Exactly 200 years ago today Lord Byron died of malaria in Missologhi, Greece. In observance of this day […]
Literature
Straight outta Hibbing, Guitar in hand, New York bound. Think I’ll write some songs 10/15/16
Written on the occasion of Dylan being awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature.
Could be sung to the tune of ‘Song for Woody‘ by Bob Dylan.
You’re out there traveling another mile down the road,
Listening for messages when the cold winds have blow’d,
Writin’ ’em down and sendin’ ’em out,
Trying to figure what this crazy world’s all about.
John W. Leys 