The Lost Book
The Lost Book
By Marc Ironwood
Copyright 2014 Marc Joseph Ironwood
License Notes
Introit
Last year’s leaves are on the ground
Crunching beneath our feet as we walk
You have to be aware of the wind
The fire danger is high today
Hot dogs are roasting on the grill
Wish we had the stuff for s'mores
Some stories were written long ago
Such as The Racing Butterfly of the Sea
Ideas were put together through March
Birds are pecking, looking for food
Thirty feet from the creek's edge
The sun is shining and the weather is great!
The Lord has blessed this spring day!
Everyone is out enjoying the weather
Barren trees are waving in the wind
Soon the trees will begin to bud
These are the Tales of the Nature Squirrel
A new story to add everyday
Another book will be written soon
The Lost Book was recovered in the fourth month
Section One
The Lost Book floated down stream
Protected by a sturdy backpack
The water was higher than normal
Large rocks threw the book off course
For twelve miles the book traveled
In was in ninth month when the leaves fell
The meteorologist predicted severe weather
A mighty wind storm occurred one night
Strong winds were coming in from the East
A large oak tree fell over top the backpack
Over a period of time hikers appeared
No one was aware of the book that laid there
A month later state officers used a chain saw
A front end loader unknowingly picked up the pack
The final resting place was in the county land fill
And deeper into the earth the Lost Book went
Buried next to an empty soda bottle and toy car
Rain for the next three days settled the ground
Nearly two pounds of rubbish covered it all
It laid there unseen, untouched and forgotten
Chorus : It is a long way home
Across the blacktop
In the pouring down rain
And you are all alone
Section Two
It was a beautiful spring afternoon
Birds were singing and the trees were in bloom
Some seven months following landfill burial
Exciting events were going to take place
The church bells in town were ringing
People were starting to gather together
And a county commissioners meeting was held
Deciding what was to become of the landfill
It was a unanimous decision by six o'clock
The leader stepped up to the podium to speak
The landfill was going to be bulldozed Friday
Work would start early that morning
Spreading the landfill beyond the present stages
It would take a lot of time
Goes to show you, that you never know!
What will happen when you least expect it
The town's people have done their job
They have elected the head of the committee
Final preparations have begun
There is great hope for that lost book after all!
Chorus : It is a long way home
Across the blacktop
In the pouring down rain
And you are all alone
Section Three
The Lost Book was eventually found one day
Still lying next to the now rusted toy car
Things like this don't happen every day
It was considered a miraculous recovery
Like a lost soul, it was found and cleaned up
Looking almost as good as new
A celebration is being held in the neighborhood
Everyone happy the book has been found
Chorus : It is a long way home
Across the blacktop
In the pouring down rain
And you are all alone (repeat)
Sydney
As every year goes by, she glows brighter still
The Indians say that she is Yellow Bird
Loving the limelight when it is cast her way
Filled with talents and emo
tions
Chorus : I am not from Sydney
That is my name she said
I come from amongst two Bushes
And I have stardom in my head
Charming and full of charisma, she is a delight
Out of a hundred, you'll be able to pick her out
Many people say that she is something else
Listed in the encyclopedia under dramatic
Being full of surprises, you won't miss an act
What a wonderful thing to be full of energy
One thing is for sure, there's not a dull moment
She is a girl you can't help but like
Chorus : I am not from Sydney
That is my name she said
I come from amongst two Bushes
And I have stardom in my head
Dreams
After you enter the sleepy state
The dream world is your fate
Your mind goes through your mental file
Pictures and sounds longer than a mile
An empty space with no renter
Unconsciously you do enter
Only you are the star of the show
Although the outcome you do not know
You think you would be the director
Call your dreams "sweet as nectar"
When you think you are on the set
You find yourself aboard someone's jet
Hopefully for you something will go right
Or it will be a long terrible miserable night
Some dreams can be a blessing at times
Or a script from Hades called "Terror Rhyme”