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Mite Childe

there’s plenty of song in each and everyone

About Me

Well here i am a telling a tale mixing it with song My mum she sung all the day, My aunt great she was bringing me to Greenwich Village and Harlem where I listened to street musicians My great gran and my gran were players of Martin and Washburn guitars in the late eighteen hundreds. We sing lullabyes, we hum along to music about us. We hear the birds if we listen daily. The wind too sings. Have you heard the song of rain? I m here, singing along The whole world is a symphony. Take JOY.

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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 4/8/2008
Band Members: Just me and many voices I have
Influences: Life in all her grande proportions
Sounds Like: sounds like i ve been in my room a bit long at times.....
Record Label: a ha
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

the doctor did not react

in a vision there stood a few, just but a few on the road for the masses walked on by when a fellow traveler was injured or had stumbled or was troubled only  a few paused. most had too many thin...
Posted by Mite Childe on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 07:21:00 PST

is it that you know?

well over way there on the top ridge of the hill the wind stirred up and the trees bent low and  the leaves and seeds danced through the air and i thought then a storm was a brewing but no no no ...
Posted by Mite Childe on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 11:51:00 PST

o dear children

o dear children gathered now in a valley of grass and green wherest trees give shade and the water is quite clean   o i shudder to repeat but it needs be told there s a gathering of this fact fro...
Posted by Mite Childe on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:51:00 PST

reflections on a summer’s day

reflections on a summers day cradled with arms  of love as one had entered early in the dawn held with tender mercies and greeted with a yawn painted skies and thankful skies  embraced wit...
Posted by Mite Childe on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 06:09:00 PST

i am born of water

Well twas a creek winding down the mountain side, gliding on a sliver of  granite rock where mite childe came to find a woman standing there all wet and smiling wont you jump in also? the water o...
Posted by Mite Childe on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:27:00 PST

dont go crying

.. i hear a melody outside i do and story tales do fill the air and there i went and heard this tale from a young gal with her water pail .. The winds outside were dying.... She called me n...
Posted by Mite Childe on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 03:33:00 PST

a knock on the door

over yonder the way where as finding much time under the canopy of beech and maple and hickory and oak and vine mite childe came to wander across the field where the daylilies nodded beneathe the s...
Posted by Mite Childe on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:03:00 PST

stars and heartbeats

The windswept field Ly vast under the starry night Spread from corner of the eye to the other corner of the eye And a hush, stilled the land When the traveler came to settle down amongst sweet...
Posted by Mite Childe on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 06:22:00 PST

its a cotton wood down day

Wella Bella bee bumbley down and cottonwood dizzily moving branches of trees, splashedly waters and butterflies dancing from petals of pink and orange and blue o lovely is this day i think...
Posted by Mite Childe on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 06:34:00 PST

the house that spoke

to any and all the house it spoke to me! now on the journey of being and seeking and doing i chanced upon this house, tucked where evelyn's husband built it, and there it stood ramshackley bumbley d...
Posted by Mite Childe on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 06:51:00 PST