Re: [aloha-donblanding] Re: "Somehow"
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- Thank you so much for the verse. I am sure my mother was referring
to the one in Pilot Bails Out
--- In firstname.lastname@example.org, "Cadia Los" <duchess@s...>
> Condolences 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
> memorial service.
> 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
> likely candidate:
> 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.