The poem
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far apart.
The scenery was impoverished: scrub-pine and oak; beyond its mingled gray-green foliage I saw the little pond
where the dirty old hermit lives, lie like an old tear holding onto its injuries lucidly year after year.
The hermit shot off his shot-gun and the tree by his cabin shook. Over the pond went a ripple The pet hen went chook-chook.
"Love should be put into action!" screamed the old hermit. Across the pond an echo tried and tried to confirm it.
I couldn't contain myself.....the music came pouring out and now I need to get permission from someone, probably the publisher so if anyone wants to view the piece for Soprano, Baritone and piano please email me the address of the publisher.
Gregers