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02.22.23 ‘Walden; or Life in the Woods’ Published August 9, 1854 Author: Henry David Thoreau

“Thoreau used his time at Walden Pond (July 4, 1845 – September 6, 1847) to write his first book, ‘A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers’ (1849). The experience later inspired ‘Walden’, in which Thoreau compresses the time into a single calendar year and uses passages of four seasons to symbolize human development.” en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walden

As it was for so many, ‘Walden’ was assigned reading in High School English, specifically for me it was 11th Grade English taught by Mrs. Lankford at Green Run High School in Va. Beach.

What I remember about the experience was that it was a short book that was nonetheless very long. I also remember a very talented girl (I believe her name was Bess Rogerson) in the class that wrote a creative paper in which she transported him to modern time and in the style of Thoreau wrote of his experience and chance encounter of happening upon a McDonald’s restaurant. She read the paper to the class.

I also remember learning the source of the ‘beat of a different drummer’ popularized catch phrase came from him.

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer?” Henry David Thoreau

What I didn’t remember from the time but was reintroduced to later on by Richard Grimes was the quote “Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in”. He had a good and funny rant about it one day. As a result it stayed with me though I didn’t know there was a bit more to it until my quick Wikipedia search this morning. The search was a byproduct of the head of steam I woke up with today from whatever it was I was doing during my overnight sleep/dream state.

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.” Henry David Thoreau

So naturally from the depths of my early Monday morning memory mind mine comes a new poem or perhaps a song about fishing the shallows of a bottomless pond with Henry David Thoreau using four variants of a Douglas Adams Hook.

Time is But The Stream – I Dream youtu.be/rYieTTMls9g

By: Kevin R. Mitchell 02.22.23

Part I (Before the Walk)

As I walk I think in Songs

Verses versus a part of me

From the pond the river flows

To and from the sea to see

I hear the laughter of the babbling brook

Lost in the thoughts of my rambling book

(Chorus 1)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

For Too So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

Time envelops all of the Here and After

From basement depths to above the rafter

Stepping out with the powerful beings

Of so many minds and an infinite soul

From similar words are forged different meanings

Fishing focused through time for the Flatfish Sole

(Chorus 2)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

‘Fore To So Long

Sew Long

Sow Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

Part II (During the Walk)

From shallow depths of the mud I know

To all of our life it will all too soon grow

like all the patch quilt gifts that my GrandMa sewed

And fresh food reaped from the garden she sowed

Happily and gratefully, we are bestowed

With infinity embedded in our finite time

(Chorus 3)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Fore To Sow Long

Sew Long

So Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

An open verse within a structured rhyme

Walking a line that's sometimes towed

Random acts that have been foretold

Found for free in the book we're sold

Forever young while still growing old

From line art sketch to finish line bold

All the stories we have lived and told

About fitting in and breaking the mold

It is the life we're dreaming in

A stream of time for fishing in

(Chorus 4)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Four Two So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

Flowing by but then again

A spiral line we are within

Words repeat and begin

Of Time's entropic infinity

Embraced by some as a friend

Serenely Smiling with temerity

From the perspective directive

Of Their out of time eternity

In babbling brook serenity

Racing fast for home

(Chorus 1)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

For Too So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

(Chorus 2)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

‘Fore To So Long

Sew Long

Sow Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

(Chorus 3)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Fore To Sow Long

Sew Long

So Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

(Chorus 4)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Four Two So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

Description

02.22.23 ‘Walden; or Life in the Woods’ Published August 9, 1854 Author: Henry David Thoreau

“Thoreau used his time at Walden Pond (July 4, 1845 – September 6, 1847) to write his first book, ‘A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers’ (1849). The experience later inspired ‘Walden’, in which Thoreau compresses the time into a single calendar year and uses passages of four seasons to symbolize human development.” en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walden

As it was for so many, ‘Walden’ was assigned reading in High School English, specifically for me it was 11th Grade English taught by Mrs. Lankford at Green Run High School in Va. Beach.

What I remember about the experience was that it was a short book that was nonetheless very long. I also remember a very talented girl (I believe her name was Bess Rogerson) in the class that wrote a creative paper in which she transported him to modern time and in the style of Thoreau wrote of his experience and chance encounter of happening upon a McDonald’s restaurant. She read the paper to the class.

I also remember learning the source of the ‘beat of a different drummer’ popularized catch phrase came from him.

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer?” Henry David Thoreau

What I didn’t remember from the time but was reintroduced to later on by Richard Grimes was the quote “Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in”. He had a good and funny rant about it one day. As a result it stayed with me though I didn’t know there was a bit more to it until my quick Wikipedia search this morning. The search was a byproduct of the head of steam I woke up with today from whatever it was I was doing during my overnight sleep/dream state.

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.” Henry David Thoreau

So naturally from the depths of my early Monday morning memory mind mine comes a new poem or perhaps a song about fishing the shallows of a bottomless pond with Henry David Thoreau using four variants of a Douglas Adams Hook.

Time is But The Stream – I Dream youtu.be/rYieTTMls9g

By: Kevin R. Mitchell 02.22.23

Part I (Before the Walk)

As I walk I think in Songs

Verses versus a part of me

From the pond the river flows

To and from the sea to see

I hear the laughter of the babbling brook

Lost in the thoughts of my rambling book

(Chorus 1)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

For Too So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

Time envelops all of the Here and After

From basement depths to above the rafter

Stepping out with the powerful beings

Of so many minds and an infinite soul

From similar words are forged different meanings

Fishing focused through time for the Flatfish Sole

(Chorus 2)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

‘Fore To So Long

Sew Long

Sow Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

Part II (During the Walk)

From shallow depths of the mud I know

To all of our life it will all too soon grow

like all the patch quilt gifts that my GrandMa sewed

And fresh food reaped from the garden she sowed

Happily and gratefully, we are bestowed

With infinity embedded in our finite time

(Chorus 3)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Fore To Sow Long

Sew Long

So Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

An open verse within a structured rhyme

Walking a line that's sometimes towed

Random acts that have been foretold

Found for free in the book we're sold

Forever young while still growing old

From line art sketch to finish line bold

All the stories we have lived and told

About fitting in and breaking the mold

It is the life we're dreaming in

A stream of time for fishing in

(Chorus 4)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Four Two So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

Flowing by but then again

A spiral line we are within

Words repeat and begin

Of Time's entropic infinity

Embraced by some as a friend

Serenely Smiling with temerity

From the perspective directive

Of Their out of time eternity

In babbling brook serenity

Racing fast for home

(Chorus 1)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

For Too So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

(Chorus 2)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

‘Fore To So Long

Sew Long

Sow Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

(Chorus 3)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Fore To Sow Long

Sew Long

So Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish

(Chorus 4)

Time is but the Stream I go a Fishing in

Time is but the Dream I go a Steaming in

Time is but the Steam I go a Dreaming in

Time is but the Fish I go a Streaming with

Four Two So Long

Sow Long

Sew Long and Thanks

Thanks For All The Fish