To Pete Seeger - Circa Shortly Before His Death - Verse 2

unsure if this epistle (possibly coming across as all mixed up) like some mish mashed verse ye might arrange and rearrange into a song living social in the country of upstate New York state epitomizing spartan holistic existence somewhere over the rainbow with a hefty purse exemplifying decades of fame and fortune that odds on favorite moost did highly rate your fount of endless lyrical musical natural playing style auditory tunes ears did immerse themselves from just one man’s hand whether newlyweds who did marry a loving mate or others exhaling their final breath afore crossing the river of Jordan inside the hearse while the convoy chants the favorite chorus abiyoyo with that standard amen for the late mortal, whereby such preferential fanfare for said loss of precious friend family doth curse. little or no great expectations (by dickens) feedback will be forth coming to this average joe who merely chose to plunk himself down here and simply let spontaneity take full rein this spur of the moment ode (perhaps difficult to comprehend) to a fellow you do not know and travel down a shady lane (more akin to a boulevard of broken dreams) in the main with elusive passion to live in tandem with nature whereby a garden this dad could hoe reaping from sweat of thine brow afterward upon festival of flowers this body will be lain but the spouse prepared the siesta meal, and hence now end this rambling poem to go to ponder all my trials and tribulations whilst in need to feed this body and brain. I ENJOY A SATISFIED MUSICALLY INCLINED MIND AND WISH THE WORLD FILLED WITH MORE OF YOUR KIND!