RWP's eAnthology is in its infancy (as a blog, anyway), and the navigation is a bit clumsy. There are a couple of ways to view your selection:

1. Right click on the name of the person whose paper you would like to view. It should go to a new page on a new tab. Without a right click, to return you will have to use your back button on your browser.
OR
2. The paper will be published below the Posts; please scroll down to view the text you have selected.

We appreciate your patience as we work towards improving this resource. Thank you.



ISI 2009 Inquiry and Reflection

Prior to conducting research and developing a workshop, the 2009 ISI participants explored his or her experiences or current understanding of a teaching of writing practice in a personal, non-research-based, reflective essay.

There is no standard format for this essay; the writer may depict a specific teaching moment, explore a series of experiences related to the practice, discuss what he or she has already read/learned about the subject, or reflect on the questions about the practice.

Saturday, September 1, 2001

John Myers' Song "Fifty-One Steps"

Fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

Fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

If I don’t quit all of my talking, I just won’t get around to walking

Those fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

We first met it was love at first sight

But the kids didn’t want us loving every night

So I got me a house in the neighborhood, then things started to work out good

But I need my shoes every time I want to feel right

Fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

Sometimes at night I just want to cry out loud

I call her on the phone she’s always talking, but even if she lived across town I’d walk 'em

Those fifty-one big steps to my baby’s house

Fifty-one short steps to my baby’s house

Fifty-one short steps to my baby’s house

Well if I don’t quit my talking, I just won’t get around to walking

Those fifty-one short steps to my baby’s house

Every now and then we cuddle for days on end

My kids with their momma, hers to their daddy sent

Pull the shades on the windows turn the lights down low, put the cat out the back let the old hound snore

Maybe it’s time we consolidate the rent


Friend came by to give me some free advice

What he had to say left me cold as ice:

Fall in love, sign the paper, tear it up sweet Jesus, oughtta think twice ‘bout running to the preacher

Better keep your round trip ticket to paradise

Fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

Fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

We say we want to be together forever, but in the same house it might be never

Fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

Fifty-one little steps to my baby’s house

Gonna walk those fifty-one paces to paradise.

Posted by at
Labels:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)