Music & Poetry Mash Up

"I Won't Let Go"

Rascal Flatts

It's like a storm

That cuts a path

It breaks your will

It feels like that

You think you're lost

But you're not lost on your own

you're not alone

I will stand by you

I will help you through

When you've done all you can do

If you can't cope

I will dry your eyes

I will fight your fight

I will hold you tight

And I won't let go

It hurts my heart

To see you cry

I know it's dark

This part of life

Oh it finds us all

And we're too small

To stop the rain

Oh but when it rains

I will stand by you

I will help you through

When you've done all you can do

And you can't cope

I will dry your eyes

I will fight your fight

I will hold you tight

And I won't let you fall

Don't be afraid to fall

I'm right here to catch you

I won't let you down

It won't get you down

you're gonna make it

Yeah I know you can make it

Cause I will stand by you

I will help you through

When you've done all you can do

And you can't cope

And I will dry your eyes

I will fight your fight

I will hold you tight

And I won't let go

Oh I'm gonna hold you

And I won't let go

Won't let you go

No I won't

Stormy Days

Madison McConkie

Stormy days

Nothing seems right.

Rain drops streaming down the window

Like trails of tears.

Feeling alone.

Needing someone to be there.

To dry your eyes,

Hold you up,

Keep you strong.

Time slows down.

Seconds drag out.

It will never end.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

But then a hand is there

Supporting through the darkness,

Sharing some of the load,

And somehow you’ve made it through.

Dixie, My Dog

Like a cat she sleeps on the back of the couch,

Watching the 7 year old warily out of the corner of her eye.

In a very doggie way she greets people coming through the door

 Balancing on her hind legs

Front paws on their knees

Trying desperately to lick their hand.

When I take her on a walk,

She is sure to attract small children.

Little boys and girls pulling their mothers behind them for added courage

“Can I pet your dog?” they ask shyly.

Dixie wiggles happily as they pull her ears

Or step on her foot,

Or scratch her nose.

They go stumbling away surprised when they get

A wet lick on their chocolate covered faces.

Like most dogs she loves a good game of fetch,

But no matter what we try she will not play outside.

There are too many distractions; she couldn’t care less about a squeaky toy,

But inside it is a very different ball game.

Jumping off beds, bursting through doorways,

Nails scraping for traction on the hardwood as she slides around a corner.

She doesn’t seem that smart as we watch her run off

Down the middle of the street chasing a man jogging by,

Cars slamming on brakes to avoid

Our dumb little dog.

But somewhere inside that blond senseless head,

She knows. Oh, she knows.

She knows that my dad will come through the back door at six,

That Lizzy will lie limply and love being licked when she first wakes up,

That when I walk in I’m good for a thorough rub up and down her ribs.

She knows better than to lick my mom

So she settles for sniffing her pant legs vigorously.

She knows what it means when my dad looks for the brush

So she scrambles head first to lodge herself deep under the couch.  

Dixie-dog has her quirks,

But she’s still my best friend.