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#237 Tamara McLorg The Garden

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Let’s destroy all walls across the lands so we can join in clasping of our hands

Tamara McLorg

and the child said…..

Let me take you to

the garden

of no fences, pickets

or walls

Where flowers grow themselves

and trees help us breathe

Away from governments that are

covered with lies and greed

Let’s destroy all walls

across the lands

so we can join in clasping

of our hands

and the child whispered…..

I’ll show you

gardens of enchantments

where bubbles float through

the air

away from this land of despair

Where poverty is abolished

and all have a home

no more borders but

freedom to roam

No barbed wire or

electric fences

where roses, lavender

and pine

belong to all men

and the child cried……

Let me take you





Where all the gods have run away

with the persecutors and abusers

Away from the pitiful cries

of starving children

and grieving wives

No separated families

divided by a fence

no broken men in

camps so dense

and the child said…..

I will take you

To hear the crumbling of

walls

as they fall

To a garden of magical

delights

where

andelions make wishes come true

umbrellas fly through the sky

zebras roam free

stars shine bright

bees dance in hives

slugs are beautiful

oceans are clear

and

children can fly

Let all walls dissolve

and turn into sand

so we can move forward

and walk

hand in hand


Precis

The beauty of being in a company of older performers is the kaleidoscopic range of real-life experiences that they bring to the table. These experiences cover everything from the vivid and strange world of childhood, to the unexpected late awakenings of old age. Take our newest batch of anecdotes, for example. These new stories are delightfully diverse: from the earthly, sensual joy of baking bread, to the cosmic dreams of outer space; from an unnerving encounter with a poltergeist, to the risqué glories of adult pleasure products and burlesque. Running as a rich theme throughout, is the possibility of love, and the simple wonder of human connection. As one writer tells us, in her story of funeral rites and flirting, “Amidst death, life goes on”, and indeed it does, delightfully so.

Edited by Barney Bardsley