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  1. Quiet

From the recording White Rock Lake

My wife Sherry and I were sitting on a porch near Taos, New Mexico, and this happened.  In our mostly urban nation, to hear nothing is something very rare.  I play a 1927 Weissenborn and sing.  Sherry took the photographs used on the CD.
 

Lyrics

Distinct clouds move slowly
A slight patter of rain
The wind in trees
And through eaves
And then, stillness,
And quiet.
Quiet like looking
At a vast white wall.