The Ramble Goes

(In memory of Levon Helm)

Let us have license to admire
The ramble’s spirit that does proceed
Through the minds and methods inspired
By art of sound and sense we heed.

So the ramble went beyond what
The echoes of the Band that bored
Through the wall that kept the door shut
Between the folk and the rock floors.

But beginning with what he started
On skins he struck for Ronnie’s sound
To sing the colors cast to pieces parted
By lore and legend his faces found.

The right rhythm be what becomes
Of true nature the ramble knew
While he waved his sticks to strike drums,
And so we were led to renew.

But his heart had new dirt to deign
To ramble when midnight was luck
While awaiting what days remained
Until his last smile was struck.

RVM                  (4/29/2012)