Cortland Sings His Song

Here's to the crew at Callahan's,
Here's to the weaver's art.
Here's to the ones who work the loom,
Here's to a poet's heart.

Bright are the pictures in the air,
Dark are the tales of woe,
Soft are the tears not left unshed,
Hard are the scars that show.

Warm are the hearts that listen,
Chill is the fresh drawn brew.
Sad is the one who shuts the door
When all our sharing's through.

Here's to the crew at Callahan's,
Here's to the weaver's art.
Here's to the ones who work the loom,
And ... Here's to a poet's heart!

-- Cortland June, 1998

Moby's Gathering Photos Index - Callahan's