Song: The Hudson Is a River

A poet from Nyack/Pomona, Hank Beukema, wrote this song dedicated to the Hudson River and Guinan's. If you want to hear Hank reading his poem, you can through this Web site.

Hank has visited Guinan’s with Rebecca "Becka" Rogers (pictured above) from Alabama; I'll be posting about Becka's "chapel" down there soon. Hank, meantime, maintains a MySpace page where he penned a nice tribute to Guinan’s. Read more of his writings at this Web site. Thanks for sharing this poem Hank.

THE HUDSON IS A RIVER

The Hudson is a river
The natives used to say
That runs in both directions
Evry mile along its way
From the mountains to the city
She's cut her winding course and
There's a piece of her in all of us
Who grew up on her shores

Was at Guinan's on the Landing
We fell in love that day
But then the current caught us
And we turned the other way
Somewhere south of West Point
And north of the Tappan Zee
I let the river turn me
To a man that could not see

The Hudson is a river
That runs right thru my soul
It's taken quite awhile
To realize the ocean's not the goal
It's not the getting there that matters
While thru the valley we roam
It's learning to ride the currents
That make this place a home

Where were we, Darlin'?
You were right, that much I see
We were talking about
What it was that was so wrong with me
Seems we ended the ride
Just as the voyage got started
Seems we ended the ride
With both of us half broken hearted

I just called to tell you
What was once lost has been found
I just called to tell you
This year has turned me around
It's taken nearly a year of
You being on your own
It's taken many a mile to
Find what I needed to find alone

The Hudson is a river
The natives used to say
That runs in both directions
Evry mile along its way
From the mountains to the city
She's cut her winding course and
There's a piece of her in all of us
Who grew up on her shores

Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2008