Pinkerson Lee
Lee Pinkerson is a songwriter and singer of bluegrass, country folk, Native American, and gospel songs. Following the genre of the late Harry Chapin, Lee’s songs tell stories about life, history and our cultural heritage. Lee lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains, entertaining for friends at festivals.
She does a musical interpretation of Native American history; a storytelling string of songs emphasizing environmental, family and peace issues. Η Lee Pinkerson κατάγεται από μητέρα Ελληνίδα και πατέρα Αμερικανό, δεν γνωρίζει Ελληνικά παρ΄ότι λατρεύει την Ελλάδα, μας έστειλε τα ποιήματά της για το 2ο «Φεστιβάλ Ποίησης Θεσσαλονίκης» και ζήτησε να την συμπεριλάβουμε στην Εγκυκλοπαίδεια Ελλήνων λογοτεχνών. Το αίτημά της έγινε με χαρά αποδεκτό.
Olympian Olive Ode
A salty breeze
blew from the sea
against rocky mountain soil.
Gnarled and distressed,
but undoubtebly blessed,
grew a tree with the most luscious oil.
Fit to anoint the chosen one,
this elixer of life supplies everyone.
Cultivated or wild,
for grandfather or child,
the gift of the olive has come.
For food and as fuel,
in cosmetics, perfumes,
no finer substance prevails.
In healing the sick,
it makes them well quick.
Above all is the olive regaled.
So, when we give an olive wreath,
we mean to bring an end to grief,
acknowledging the work you’ve done
promoting peace for everyone.
Olympiad, you’ve run your race,
ascending to a state of grace.
Sweat and tears so hot they boil
made you rich and smooth as olive oil. |
O’Live!
Twisting,turning
burning, yearning,
inside they are coming alive!
Stretching, struggling,
cheering, hugging,
the time for the games has arrived!
Serious and sacred,
glistening and naked,
the athletes touch the sky!
Bless Athena, Apollo,
The Olympics and Olives,
see who will win the prize:
A crowning wreath
of olive leaf,
victory shines in their eyes.
The olive has fed us,
healed us and blessed us.
Her oil has lighted the night.
Proudly her branches
adorn our contestants
who perform like a shot out of sight!
Olives bring strength and prosperity:
our symbol of peace for eternity.
Like any true gift of any amount,
it’s the meaning behind the thought that counts.
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