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A soundscapey homage to Mother...
(a work in progress)
(a work in progress)
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Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest
And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed?
My Mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some pretty story tell
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and gray
My healthy arm shall be thy stay
And I will soothe thy pains away
My Mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head
Twill be my turn to watch thy bed
And tears of sweet affection shed
My Mother.
And hushed me in her arms to rest
And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed?
My Mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some pretty story tell
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and gray
My healthy arm shall be thy stay
And I will soothe thy pains away
My Mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head
Twill be my turn to watch thy bed
And tears of sweet affection shed
My Mother.
michael2
is great. i loved the poem reading and the soundscape is great. nice use of found sounds too. this would have stood without the poem as well. great job.