- Apr 2 2:48 PMCondolences on the loss of your mother.
While there are several typos in the transcription of "Someday," I
think Dorothea may have found an appropriate piece to read at the
Consider, too, that Don Blanding wrote two pieces titled "Somehow";
one appears in Flowers of the Rainbow, p. 44, and clearly refers to
living in Hawaii:
Somehow here the moon is nearer,
Warmer, brighter. Stars are clearer;
Days of summer linger longer;
Laughs are gayer; love is stronger;
Sea is bluer; clouds are whiter;
Music lilts to rhythms lighter;
Mountain sides and valleys greener;
Ocean breezes, fresher, cleaner,
Fruits have richer, sweeter flavor;
Zest of life has keener savor;
Somehow welcome here is truer;
Every morning sun is newer;
Every sunset blazes brighter;
Sorrow's weary burden slighter;
People play with more abandon,
Feet seem made to dance . . . not stand on.
Really, these are facts I'm giving.
Life down here seems more like living.
The second "Somehow" appears in Pilot Bails Out, p. 35 and seems a
I've tried for many an hour and minute
To think of this world without me in it.
I can't imagine a new-born day
Without me here . . . somehow . . . some way.
I cannot think of the autumn's flare
Without me here . . . alive . . . aware.
I can't imagine a dawn in spring
Without my heart awakening.
These treasured days will come and go
At swifter pace . . . but this I know . . .
I have no fear . . . I have no dread
Of that marked day that lies ahead.
My flesh will turn to ash and clay
But I'll be here . . . somehow . . . some way.
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