Someone told me there's a girl down there with Love in her eyes and Flowers in her hair

Yea, that was me, pushing the grass cutting machine over the green rows, over and over. Listening to my Ipod, the music of the ages of past and getting inspirations to push some more. Thinking of things that were reviled to me in the last few days with a sound track to go by. Its more than myself can manage though. I got to drumming alittle earlier than usual and it was just me and Gary and Larissa and Jon there. We didn’t know if it would just be us, or if they would all come and join us. Join us they did and after awhile of talking. We missed remembering that Tom had passed away three years ago on the 1st of July. How did that miss us? That inspiration of wit and song, that being that was just always there. How could we miss that one? We usually planned something in his honor, a potluck, a gathering of us souls of the free. We missed it. Sorry bout that Tom. We found ourselves reminiscing from the days of your time with us. Times of laughs and music and more laughs. But, it wasn’t a joke, it was real and it passed before we could grab hold. We did what we did and I’m glad for the time we had. We’ll remember your day of birth in August though and we’ll have ceremony and say a prayer in your honor. Drum we did too Sunday nite. Groving the grove as we watched the moon rise and the river go by. The frogs were there and so were all the creatures of the river, listening to us and wondering why we were having such a good time with ourselves. Lots of people came and danced around the candles and alcohol fire. Lots of others kept the beat of the skins alive. All hands on Drums and all feet on dirt going round and round. We all left with the summer moon lighting our way……………………………….................. We’re going to the ruins on Wednesday night to celebrate some more…………..Join us if you would……………..