Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix Esquire: "Below the Salt!"
WE HAVE NOTHING except the clothes on our backs. The Duke, once in a while throws us a bone like we R dogs. We, if invited banquet, sit "below the Salt" yet when it comes to battle, the fighting, cannon fodder, we R in the front line.
We have little, no pension, no score; Robin Hood in Sherwood Forest seems HE gets ducats galore? My Long Bow at "Crecy" my Long Bow at "Agincourt" for a Prince of my Country, I wonder what for...
So, there I WAS rehearsing Pergolesi's "Stabat Mater" (Roughly translated: "There was an old woman from Swansea!") & I with throat cancer, /early Rod Stewart tonality, reasonably penniless, I UN-hook a Guitar off my bedroom wall, todays LONG BOW, stretch a string or 2 & fire a song into the night & aim wistfully at the moon...
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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