tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348599782011-04-21T11:14:01.097-07:00a thirsty fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06039195745820542300noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34859978.post-1158940841805211852006-09-22T08:50:00.000-07:002006-09-22T09:00:41.813-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2929/3868/1600/Fisch.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2929/3868/400/Fisch.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Song of a Thirsty Fish.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, deary me where am I,<br />I awake I’m on a plane.<br />Window seat, water below,<br />I think I’m going insane.<br /><br />There’s a man with crutches beside me,<br />And I remember the contract I have,<br />To bring him to America,<br />And it’s such a far off Land.<br /><br />My fare is being paid for,<br />And the wages are really good.<br />I think I’ll stay for a couple of days,<br />I’m wondering if I should.<br /><br /><br />There’s land in sight and I’m nervous,<br />Of the Plane coming down with a bang.<br />But the Sun sets over a mountain,<br />And I hear a wonderful sound.<br /><br />It’s a song I’m sure I’ve heard before,<br />It’s the song of a true come wish.<br />A song of morning, a song of evening,<br />A song of a thirsty fish.<br /><br />The plane it lands and the man is gone,<br />My contract therefore filled.<br />Deceived, broke and all alone,<br />I head for the hills.<br /><br />Days and nights I travel,<br />It’s sticky and hot and I sweat.<br />But as soon as soon as soon can be,<br />I hit the hills half dead.<br /><br />I’m looking around for the sound I heard,<br />Then as I sat in the plane,<br />But I need to get undercover,<br />Because it’s started to rain.<br /><br />There in a cave of stalagmites,<br />Though dark so plain to see.<br />A fish lies by a puddle,<br />And it sings a song to me.<br /><br />It’s a song I’m sure I’ve heard before,<br />It’s the song of a true come wish.<br />A song of morning, a song of evening,<br />A song of a thirsty fish.<br /><br />Spoken….<br /><br />I pick up the fish and place him head downwards in a glass of water<br />I just happened to have in my bag<br />And he empties the glass<br />Without a care.<br />Apparently he was very thirsty.<br />I put him in my back pocket<br />and indeed<br />he is still there.<br />He seems to like it.<br />Now and again I take him out and place him in a glass of water<br />and he drinks his fill<br />and as a sort of thank you<br />he sings me a song.<br /><br />It’s a song I’m sure I’ve heard before,<br />It’s the song of a true come wish.<br />A song of morning, a song of evening,<br />A song of a thirsty fish.<br /><br /><br />Now what I’m wondering is……..<br />…Just who is the Thirsty Fish???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34859978-115894084180521185?l=thirstyfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a thirsty fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06039195745820542300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34859978.post-1158939805517867972006-09-22T08:36:00.000-07:002006-09-22T08:43:25.523-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2929/3868/1600/sunrise%201.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2929/3868/320/sunrise%201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hello World, and indeed, about time too.<br /><br /><br />A Sunrise seems to be a fitting start to the first thirstyfish post.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34859978-115893980551786797?l=thirstyfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a thirsty fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06039195745820542300noreply@blogger.com0