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OK, I'm a composer, not a performer... but how can I grow and learn, if I don't try things that take me out of my "comfort zone"? So, I am going to recite an ancient poem I wrote, and attempt to play along with my mountain dulcimer "Dulce", helped with some sound effects. I've always enjoyed reading stories to my children and wife, so, here is my Macjams debut of reading with "the voice". And to have the Macjams coffee house available to book this month is perfect timing for me... so, sit back and enjoy that spiked mocha, and let me weave a cautionary tale of suspense, melodrama, and fantasy, or reality... your choice.
Artwork is the original drawing I made (to accompany the poem) when I was 18.
Sorry about the "What the..." comment at the beginning. I left Dulce alone on the chair for just a few minutes and when I came back, somebody had lowered her G string down to an F... that threw me off since I had to quickly re-tune her before starting the poem. I can't turn my back on her for a minute.
Artwork is the original drawing I made (to accompany the poem) when I was 18.
Sorry about the "What the..." comment at the beginning. I left Dulce alone on the chair for just a few minutes and when I came back, somebody had lowered her G string down to an F... that threw me off since I had to quickly re-tune her before starting the poem. I can't turn my back on her for a minute.
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Lyrics
The Snark
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He was told
Within a darkened valley green
The foggy curtain drifted
He was sold
To kill the Snark while in the dark
The foggy curtain sifted
He was cold
The Snark, confronted, bellowed forth
The foggy curtain shifted
He was bold
but shattered blade, bloodshed made
And the foggy curtain lifted
Never venture
On a lark
To hunt with sword
The dreadful Snark
For you will find
Within the dark
Yourself inside
The Dreadful Snark
Copyright 1978, Eduard Schwan Poetry, all rights reserved
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He was told
Within a darkened valley green
The foggy curtain drifted
He was sold
To kill the Snark while in the dark
The foggy curtain sifted
He was cold
The Snark, confronted, bellowed forth
The foggy curtain shifted
He was bold
but shattered blade, bloodshed made
And the foggy curtain lifted
Never venture
On a lark
To hunt with sword
The dreadful Snark
For you will find
Within the dark
Yourself inside
The Dreadful Snark
Copyright 1978, Eduard Schwan Poetry, all rights reserved


































































kassia
You are just too cute! I love this. You did a wonderful job. Perfect amount of accompaniment on the dulcimer. AWESOME sound effects! This is a great little poem, wonderful rhythm and great delivery. Your voice is perfect for this. It totally has that renaissance troubador feel to it - with the dulcimer strumming and emotive recitation. Great job mr. dragon - I like it a lot and it makes me smile BIG!