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Emma's Mornings
06:08
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She takes her time each morning
And puts the kettle on.
Christopher sleeps fitfully,
And Jon’s already gone.
She take a quick look at the touchscreen
For any new news on the wars,
Checks if the bridge is flooded
By the shortcut to Route Four.
And she sips from the same orange mug
She used as a kid.
And wonders if she looks the same as her mother did,
On mornings like this.
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Christopher Playing
05:40
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“Mom, will it ever stop raining,”
Christopher asked with a sigh.
I said, “I don’t know babe,
They think another ten days
until it’s clear enough to go outside.
But if you’d like to take your truck out to the porch
Just be sure no rainwater
Gets in your eyes.”
I was doing the bills in the kitchen
And Jon was checking on a leak.
When he came down from the attic,
I said “We need another gas ration,
To get through next week.”
He said “I’ll call around Monday,
We can barter our cherries, the fresh draftees
At Fort Bowman might like something sweet.”
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I’ll take the afternoon,
Get a bag together.
I’ll be there before dark.
I’ll stay until they catch
Whoever's breaking into
People’s homes here at the park.
Don’t put me in our bedroom.
The pullout in the old den will suit me fine.
Don’t breathe a word to Christopher
I’ll be waiting in the kitchen
In the morning,
To catch him by surprise.
I love to see him laughing,
At that same kitchen table,
Where we read books with Mom.
When Pop came home
He’d chase us,
Running circles round the yard.
Remember that tornado
That tore through in October
And knocked the oak tree through our roof
All through that November
We camped out in the den,
While Papa fixed the roof.
I’ll come up Coleman Road
And grab some extra firewood.
You know the den gets cold.
When I slept there after treatments,
I’d watch the fire shudder like we did
When I was six years old.
It’ll be so nice this winter
Sitting in the kitchen
With that sweet little child.
And later in the evening,
Drinking whiskey by the fire.
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4. |
Alan Going Home
07:37
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Emma said “Papa,
What’s your plan for autumn?
We could use some help down here.”
Quickly I replied, “I’ll be there in no time.”
It’s not hard to say goodbye,
When you know you’re going home.
Thing is I know they’re fine,
My girls don’t need me for anything.
It think they see the signs,
And are trying to be kind.
Two years from the fire, when I left Odena,
You know I haven’t been back since.
What made them change their mind? Can you make up
For lost time? Either way I’m packing up.
It’s not hard to say goodbye,
When you know you’re going home.
I’ll leave the gate unfastened,
For any wandering Seaboard Refugees.
A shelter for those lost,
Since Portland sunk.
Yeah Bennington’s been good to me,
And I’ll miss my guys at night school.
But with my daughter’s blessing.
I’ll teach my grandson mandolin.
It’s not hard to say goodbye,
When you know you’re going home.
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5. |
Gathering at the Farm
07:12
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Emma said “Marsha,
Come stay at the house.”
The bridge to Montgomery
Finally gave out.
“There’s plenty of room,
For you and your Pa.
Bring your girlfriend too,
If she wants to come along.”
We’re gathering folks down at the farm.
We’re gathering family at the farm.
We’ll forage, we’ll barter
We’ll grow what we can.
We’ll pool all our money
From the government checks
If the weather holds out,
We might see through till spring.
A body’s resilience
Is a curious thing.
We’re gathering folks down at the farm.
We’re gathering family at the farm.
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I want you there when the sun rises.
I want you there when it sets.
When the light goes out on this tired old world,
I want you there at the end.
I want you there on the mountaintop.
I want there where the creek bends.
Wheresoever we walk in the crooked old world,
I want you there at the end.
If I take your hand once more in that final golden
And all the trials that came before seem merely moments
And in time, we all will find our rest,
I hope to have your hand in mind when I go walking west.
I want you there when the sun rises.
I want you there when it sets.
When I draw the blinds in the dusk of this world,
I want you there at the end.
If I take your hand once more in that final golden
And all the trials that came before seem merely moments
And in time, we all will find our rest,
I hope to have your hand in mind when I go walking west.
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Mending Brooklyn, New York
The Wakerobin Archive is an ongoing experiment in speculative storytelling in song.
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Book 01, "We Gathered at Wakerobin Hollow" is a four hour, nine album drone folk exploration of sisterhood and climate change.
Book 02 commences in March 2020.
Mending is Kate Adams and Joshua Dumas
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