I've been writing a series of stories about the farm. One of the things I love about farm machinery is how much personality some implements have. Doesn't this look like a slightly high strung, high maintenance mechanical snake's face?
Anyway, the stories are written in rhyme. Everything about rhyme intrigues me. It just clicks with the wiring of my brain. I get sucked into the rhythm, the beat, the sound of the words rolling off my tongue. Reading it feels like riding a horse over gentle hills. Like sailing a boat through calm water. Like rocking a baby to sleep in a rocking chair.
I worked and worked on this story. I wanted it to be about a lot of things. How a farmer relies on his irrigation system to water the crops when there is no rain. How machinery needs to be kept in good repair so it won't break down and ruin the crops. How some machinery is harder to work with and keep in good repair.
And I ended up with a lyrical, rhythmic song of a story about needing shiny, new bling to make your life complete.
I'm realizing I get caught up in the music and forget the lyrics, sometimes. So, back to the drawing board. Some of the lyrics will stay:
One moonless night her old neckband breaks.
Dancing with glee, Snake shimmies and shakes.
Spitting and spewing she causes a flood
then rests her head on pillowy mud.
Others are going to need some work:
Peter wipes sweat off of his brow.
Snake is happy. She loves her job, now.
Dressed like a princess attending a ball
she doesn’t complain. No, not at all.
I love my job, too! But I love it because it makes me whole. Now to figure out how to apply that concept to an irrigation sprinkler...
Peace,
Chris
Anyway, the stories are written in rhyme. Everything about rhyme intrigues me. It just clicks with the wiring of my brain. I get sucked into the rhythm, the beat, the sound of the words rolling off my tongue. Reading it feels like riding a horse over gentle hills. Like sailing a boat through calm water. Like rocking a baby to sleep in a rocking chair.
I worked and worked on this story. I wanted it to be about a lot of things. How a farmer relies on his irrigation system to water the crops when there is no rain. How machinery needs to be kept in good repair so it won't break down and ruin the crops. How some machinery is harder to work with and keep in good repair.
And I ended up with a lyrical, rhythmic song of a story about needing shiny, new bling to make your life complete.
I'm realizing I get caught up in the music and forget the lyrics, sometimes. So, back to the drawing board. Some of the lyrics will stay:
One moonless night her old neckband breaks.
Dancing with glee, Snake shimmies and shakes.
Spitting and spewing she causes a flood
then rests her head on pillowy mud.
Others are going to need some work:
Peter wipes sweat off of his brow.
Snake is happy. She loves her job, now.
Dressed like a princess attending a ball
she doesn’t complain. No, not at all.
I love my job, too! But I love it because it makes me whole. Now to figure out how to apply that concept to an irrigation sprinkler...
Peace,
Chris