Gord's Gold
A missed troubadour of Canadian music...
From Orillia, Ontario, Canada
Comes a horseman, wild and free
Guitar slinger, songwriter
Poet of the Frozen Northland
If you could read his mind
What it could tell
Too silent to be real
But he was, and is
In the early morning rain
He took the ribbon of darkness off me
If only for a little while
Turned my mind into an endless wire
For if not for him, would no one know
of the fate of the Edmund Fitzgerald?
Better take care, Sundown
Not to insult him around me.
It'll be murder in the first degree.
Drink your glasses empty
In the name of this painter passing through in history
And let me dwell in the art of his imagination
With Dream Street Rose and The Pony Man
And the navvies who built the railway
For a dollar a day
And a place for their head
And let the big steel rail
Carry me home
To the ones I love
Because that's what you get
For loving him
About the Creator
David Perlmutter
David Perlmutter is a freelance writer based in Winnipeg, Canada. He has published two books on the history of animation in North America and many pieces of speculative fiction.
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Awesome tribute!!! Loving it!!!
Thus is a fabulous tribute. Well done.
Great tribute to a sadly missed artist
You are missed on Medium!!