She hasn't even been birthed yet, this Bonnie who could soon lie over the sea.. She is nothing more than a wave. She could then become a depression and then a storm named Bonnie...and then..... well, we dealt with Alex so we will have to see about Bonnie.
In grade school at Cavanaugh, Arkansas, the fourth through sixth grades were in the same room with the same teacher. I remember Friday afternoons being a fun time when we had spelling bees and such. We also sang out of Golden Books. They had patriotic and even RELIGIOUS songs, (perish
the thought), I am sure that is what warped my personality. We would sing such songs as "My Bonnie lies over the ocean. My Bonnie lies over the sea. My Bonnie lies over the ocean. O Bring back my Bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back (swaying) o bring back my Bonnie to me to me...." (repeat). There was no piano or taped anything. The only tape in the classroom was white and it was for cuts. But we sang and learned all these great old songs. My favorite was "Home On The Range". I wanted to be at that place " where seldom is heard a discouraging word." In Junior High in Fort Smith I discovered at the library, recordings of really great singers; Caruso, John Charles Thomas, and others. Thomas sang a second verse arrangement to "Home On The Range" I dearly loved it and will try to quote it now. I haven't practiced so bear with me.
How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars,
That I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
(I'm not going to get this right)
O give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurlely down to the sea
Where the graceful white swan
Goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Anyway...that was a long time ago! Enjoy your Fifth but be sure it isn't in a bottle.
