I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story

@SW-User I'm glad you did listen!! Was that not masterful???!!!

This can suck me in, leave me dry, an discard me as if I was yesterdays's news.

It can leave me flat, like the concealed top of a Queen of Diamonds, yet

Twist me around, up to the sky where ravens fly and let me down again as a leaf that falls in Winter;

It can remind me that all is not well and that heroes don't exist, like peppermint sticks on a hot day.

An yet it is all that is right with the world n'all that is wrong and at the end of a road lies a beautiful rainbow where Woody Guthrie still sings.

@Elandra77 All of this you wrote has me smiling ear to ear..you have such a way of expressing yourself & this was happy heart adorable!

I really did enjoy it..I love this stuff. It was an amazing tribute. It's funny how certain people make us feel all giddy, even tales after their days have gone by!💝

@SW-User I think..you are the only person I write freestyle poetry to as a reply! I am so touched I was able to move you a bit in my terse reply. I love that it is is seen as happy heart adorable.

Everything about what Bob says is genius. He should have been poet laureate for the US in the 1960's!

Imagine a young man today that you may know of 19 or 20 years of age. Do you have that image? Good. Now imagine Bob Dylan at 19-almost 20 going to the Guthrie household in NYC in 1961 to see his hero. Imagine the are he had. And courage. He wanted to meet one 29 years older than he.

Now imagine the family telling him he is not there but at the Brooklyn State Hospital and that his surname he is list as is---------. Now picture a young and scared Bob going there. He also was let in under a surname.

Now imagine the heart and compassion of this man, now 20 years of age sitting across Woody himself who has been suffering from Hutchinson Cholera (now Hutchinson's Disease) for 10 years or more. A disease that robs us of our muscular control and strength. A deterioration of muscles so serious that Woody had to stop performing as he could not.

Imagine the confusion, the hurt, the respect, and the tears in Bob's eyes as he came to sit with Woody day after day for a long time! Think on what could have been said-- been sung. Picture Bob feeding him as he could not hold the plate or fork.

Then think again of the young man I asked you to again and ask yourself if he would go to such lengths today. Even IF it was allowed.

Done? Now one last thought--think of the genius that a 22 year Bob was when he wrote and performed this, spoken, yet!--far better than storytellers 50 years his senior!

I can't process it.. It just boggles my mind!

Bob was 22. Woody was 51. I was 6.

@SW-User You may like this...I never featured it as I know what a hot topic it can be-polarizing--and I did not want that. However it does deserve to be heard. He was 22. Just astounding. Listen to the applause. Sinatra and The Beatles never got that! And in 1948 women were busting down the doors of the Paramount Theater to see Frankie!!

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@Elandra77 Your viewpoints & commentary have always had such emotion to them. I'm happy you can reply poetically like so!

You'd be hard pressed to find a man that age, idolize and show such respect. It's heartwarming yet disheartening. I can't imagine the honor he felt to do that, the reward! That's the era I was better built for. You're right though, few with such a social status could be remotely within a near mile cloe to a fan. Can you imagine how much, he too, felt humbled by such respect & admiration?! Humanity at its finest.❤

It took me so long because of jacked up data btw. 7 minutes turned into 47! That's why it took me awhile. It was well worth it though...