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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My early morning post relates to the powerful emotions icons emit, when they leave us, forever in the physical sense. Did the passing of an icon leave an impression on you? Salute. Title: The Fan (An old voice whispers) The rivers flowed that day Volatile and wild They drowned and rocked All in that came within their way Each drop Saturated and overflowing With such emotions Like a catastrophic consuming ever swirling ocean We all cried that fateful dark day The Day we learned Icons had passed away Superstars of such revered depths A reason why we all wept It was February 3 1959 A tragic plane crash some Time after nine Peggie Sue Donna And Big Bopper Had fallen from the sky And become a cropper That was the dark day The music died I still remember it Like yesterday The wind The snow My heroes On tour Oh how we wept Rivers of tears I can even feel those drops Even after all these years The Winter Dance Party Turned into the party from hell Things were never the same What's his name Don McLean Wrote a song Not long after In 71 Such tribute It hit number one For four weeks Straight Well memories still Sometimes seep Out of us all Echoes of distant places and faces Rivers or streams Pin drops or silvery trails Mine returns When I hear Chantilly Lace Donna Or That’ll Be the Day And the wild rivers return And reclaims my face Copyright John Duffy
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