Here are the beginning lyrics to The Last Resort, one of my favorite Eagles’ songs.
From The Last Resort
by The Eagles
She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea.
She heard about a place, people were smilin’
They spoke about the red man’s way, how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars, out for a good time
Can’t wait to tell you all what it’s like up there
And they call it paradise, I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high
You can read the rest of the lyrics here.
Here’s a video of the Eagles performing The Last Resort:
At Wild Rose Reader, I have an original poem inspired by the painting Grace Lin created for the Small Graces March auction. Earlier this week, I posted an extensive list of Resources for National Poetry Month at my blog. And last night, I posted Fairy for Hire: An Original Poem in response to Tricia's Poetry Stretch.
Edited to Add: I posted a second original poem for Poetry Friday that I wrote this afternoon. Here is the link: A Poem Inspired by Rush Limbaugh?
Anastasia Suen has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Picture Book of the Day.