Mostly I write fiction, but all my life I've been a songwriter, too. From time to time I'll post some samples here. For openers, here's a song called Hundred Acre Wood from the songwriting team of Joe Cottonwood and Will Fourt. It sounds like this: (listen here). Will is the singer.
Hundred Acre Wood
Blue wing butterfly
With hairy legs - oh my oh my!
Fluttering through your neighborhood
One hundred acre wood.
A hole in the fence by the maple tree
Cross the creek at the gravel bar
Up the hill picking blackberries
To the shack on the hill with the junker car.
The shotgun lady lives in there
Her temper's always sore
Rotten apples all over the yard
Throw one at her front door.
Run run as fast as you can
She saw you throw, screen door slam
Down that hill where the sawmill stood
One hundred acre wood.
Amy would go there to watch the birds
Oriole warbler and jay
She was insie, I was outsie
Checked them every day.
Wood thrush - musical song
Sounds like Amy, then it's gone
We never knew we had it so good
One hundred acre wood.
I carved her name in a white birch tree
Never could say why
Her dad got transferred to Oregon
I cried that day she said good-bye.
Luna moth, big as a bird
Sits on my shoulder - how absurd!
I'd go back if only I could
One hundred acre wood.
Lyrics copyright 2007 by Joe Cottonwood