“Happy birthday, Sam” haiku

Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
Nov. 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910

“Man is the only
“Animal that blushes. Or
“Needs to,” writes Mark Twain.

Few saw so clearly
Or captured so tellingly
Man’s lasting folly

Yet each of us knows
Someone wise, trenchant, witty
Who keeps us in line

A spouse or a friend
A comic or songwriter
A compass and muse

Garrison Keillor,
Neil Young or Bob Walkenhorst
Fill in your own blank

They’re still pointing out
Our glories, absurdities
So rest easy, Sam

Long may you run

It’s Neil Young’s birthday
No, let’s make that Youngs’ – there are
So many of him

Heart of gold folkie
Blow the doors off hard rocker
Flayed one-note solos

Protesting for peace
Living the good Earth’s green life
Helping found Farm Aid

Movies directed
“Bernard Shakey” behind cam
That’s Neil’s nom de film

Bridge School benefits
Helping those who need it most
Breaking down some walls

Godfather of grunge
Radiohead tuned in, too
Musical offspring

And all the great songs
Tales of conquest and romance
Blinding, soul searing

Springfield, cinnamon
And sugar, sand and powder
The hurricane’s eye

All the waste of war
The toll of lies, corruption
Drugs’ dark nights, death’s kiss

The comforts of home,
Playing with good friends, old man’s
Domesticity

Showed us how to keep
Creativity’s fire lit
Don’t burn out, don’t rust

Hello, Mr. Soul
You’re still strange, all the changes
Never regret them

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