15. January 2011 · 1 comment · Categories: Poetry

In response to what a friend (hi Cameron!) wrote:

ing it! (slightly abbreviated tune):

The Impossible Reed (sung to Impossible Dream)

To find
the impossible reed
The one
that works all of the time
The reed
that makes playing so easy
The sort
that’s incredibly fine.

This is my quest ‐
to locate that reed!
No matter how costly
(I’ll deal with the greed),
and to purchase that reed
and be thrilled at the sight;
It’s impossible, sure
but I dream of that reed
through each day and each night …

1 Comment

  1. … And I know
    If I only stay true
    To this glorious quest
    That my horn
    Will play sweetly and warm
    ‘Till I lay it to rest…