Dead & Dreaming #1 LbNA #1213

Dead and Dreaming #1

(East Haddam, Connecticut)
The CD is no longer in this box, but everything else is there and ready for boxers! as of 7/15/11

Ackley Cemetery
Type: Drive by letterbox with CD of unpublished original music
Posting Date: May 27,2002
Posted by: Michael Carbonneau
Colchester, CT
acarb@snet.net
Greetings to you, oh seeker of sounds,
Your curious mind has summoned you hither,
Bring not only your stamp, your pad, and your book,
But please, don’t forget your CD player,
For inside of this box with letters of cheer,
Is a circle of sound that you may soon hear.

The band, Dead and Dreaming, are weavers of songs,
That speak to us truly as others may not,
They are six fine young men on a journey of love,
And their genre of music is often called “Rock”,
But please don’t expect music shallow or flaunting,
For their style it is subtle, and complex, and haunting.

What better scene than the graves of the dead,
For the name of this band summons thoughts to the mind,
Of lonely green fields, where ancestors lie,
After leaving this life for another world fine,
Though the music you hear speaks little of dying,
It sings of the dreams that keep our souls flying.

Perhaps before leaving to seek ye the prize,
Of a concert so fine in the woodland so fair,
You may wish to visit deadanddreaming.net,
Where you’ll learn of the music that you will hear there,
For though they all hail from our own Nutmeg State,
The fame of their music is not yet so great.

Now it is time to proceed on your way,
You may travel by car for the trip may be long,
It is best to arrive in the sun of the day,
Or if night seems to beckon, bring a torchlight strong,
Rte 2 to Colchester, exit eighteen is best
Take a turn at the end on to Rte 16West.

About a mile down a hill and then again up,
You will turn now a left on to Buckeley Hill Rd.
This is the way that the French soldiers marched,
When they traveled this trail in the hard days of old.
You will come to a stop sign in three miles or so,
Please do not turn, straight on you should go.

For a mile past the stop sign, on your way through the woods,
You will be on the O’Connell Rd Extension,
The road it will come on a wall made of stones,
That were piled in the days of our brave Revolution,
Don’t take the fork, but the gate is on high,
Into Ackley Cemetery, where the peaceful dead lie.

Now it is time to listen with care,
For the clues I will give you are clear and are great
You’ll move over the yard and along to the left,
Where most of the stones will be standing up straight.
Look for five in a row, with tops somewhat round,
That have oval carved faces looking over the ground.

Standing in front of these relics of lives,
You will notice the middle one stands out so clear,
It tells of fair Lucy, a dutiful wife,
Who tragically died in her 54th year,
Was this her soft face, with small pursed lips?
That is watching us now with heavenly bliss?

It is now time to turn directly around,
And looking across toward the faraway wall,
You will see smaller stones peeking out of the earth,
And you’ll look for the pointiest one of them all,
From dear Lucy’s rock you will walk this line good,
And beyond to the wall at the edge of the wood.

If you kept a straight line past the rock that was sharp,
You will now reach the wall, and standing right there,
You can look to your left, and there on the top,
Is a larger flat rock about 10 inches square,
It is not truly square but its’ sides are quite straight,
And it sits there on top of a treasure so great.

I ask you to carefully cherish this spot,
Move only this stone for the wall it is dear,
If you move the wrong one, put it back where it was,
For this wall has been unchanged for two hundred years,
If you carefully put things back when you’re done,
Then nobody will know you’ve been here having fun.