Samuel A. Johnson

New Moths for 2019

A bit late, but…

These are the moths that I recorded as new to the Pikes Peak Region in 2019. Many thanks to Eric Eaton, Aaron Driscoll, Zach Vogel, and Van Truan for keeping a sharp eye out. Keep looking in 2020!

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Poetry: Birdwatching

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New Music: Come the Spring

Both from February, 2020

Come the Spring:

Piano Exercise (Theme 104):

New Poems

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Hey! Diddly Dee! A Pirate’s Life for Me

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The Epic Ballad of Hoylet and Loodine

A Morality Tale in Pentametric Couplets

Thrush Song

Two versions of this verse about a thrush at the Spring above the Ranch, circa 2007.

THRUSH SONG lyrics

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Still more original music

Ivy League Alma Mater.

Garage Band does pretty good trombones. All we need is words… Anybody?

Traditional, but pretty, I think.

Three New Poems

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Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.

Author: Samuel A. Johnson

Another Piano Piece