from his home, playing the first song he ever wrote
and what a lovely phrase in this one, describing PEI
his home cradled out in the waves....
its so nice to hear the mic-less low tones of his smokey voice, and capo-less guitar
....that is a wonderfully terrific post, DQ...and an appropriate stanza, robby
speaking of PEI, one of my fave little verses is from a song RJ covers so nicely, To It and At It
" a girl from old spud island, old potato lips...
...she married a Newfoundlander, and they lived on fish and chips "
hope you're feeling a bit better today Ron... Canada Day sure came early this year