Mainely Memories

Strolling along the Maine shore reminded me of a great song, back in the day, Judy Collins singing “Farewell to Tawathie”. So the muse prompted this exploration of Maine, which flowed into Mainely memories: Farewell to Bar Harbor; Adieu to Maine shore, and the dear land of Acadia; I bid you farewell. I’m bound back to Boston, and ready to ride in hopes to find inspiration, and memories to tell. The cold coast of Maine is rocky and bare.

No warmth nor dryness is easily found there; and the breeze of that country’s the ancient Wabanaki air. . . Farewell to Ed Muskie and the Clean Air Act. The Civil Rights Act of ’64 and MLK day in ’68 linger in the memories of my g-generation’s air. As Secretary of State Ed negotiated the release of 52 hostages after the Iranians had imprisoned them in our American embassy in Iran, after 444 days of captivity, I gathered some friends to record a song, pleading for peace. . . We gotta song to sing