Ravinia 2019, Issue 7, Week 14

PROLOGUE All. Yoodle—ooh, yoodle-ooh-hoo, so sings a lone cowboy, Who with the wild roses wants you to be free. Cattle, Horses, Sky, and Grass Cattle, horses, sky and grass These are the things that sway and pass Before our eyes and through our dreams Through shiny, sparkly, golden gleams Within our psyche that find and know The value of this special glow That only gleams for those who bleed Their soul and heart and utter need Into the mighty, throbbing Earth From which springs life and death and birth. I’m alive! I’m alive, I’m alive, golden. I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive … These cattle, horses, grass, and sky Dance and dance and never die They circle through the realms of air And ground and empty spaces where A human being can join the song Can circle, too, and not go wrong Amidst the natural, pulsing forces Of sky and grass and cows and horses. I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive … This chant of life cannot be heard It must be felt, there is no word To sing that could express the true Significance of how we wind Through all these hoops of Earth and mind Through horses, cattle, sky and grass And all these things that sway and pass. Ordinary Boy Let’s talk about Matt— Ordinary boy, ordinary boy, ordinary boy … Born in December in Casper, Wyoming Ordinary boy to a father, Dennis and a mother, Judy Ordinary boy, ordinary boy Then came a younger brother, Logan Ordinary boy His name was Matthew Wayne Shepard. And one day his name came to be known around the world. But as his mother said: Judy Shepard: You knew him as Matthew. To us he was Matt. He went camping, he went fishing, even hunting for a moose He read plays and he read stories and especially Dr. Seuss He wrote poems with illustrations for the neighbors on the street And he left them in each mailbox till he learned it was illegal He made friends and he wore braces and his frame was rather small He sang songs his father taught him Frere Jacques … Row Row Row Your Boat … Twinkle Twinkle Little Star … Judy: He was my son, my first-born, and more. He was my friend, my confidant, my constant reminder of how good life can be—and … how hurtful. ^ How good life can be, how good life can be Judy: Matt’s laugh, his wonderful hugs, his stories … Matt writes about himself in a notebook: I am funny, sometimes forgetful and messy and lazy. I am not a lazy person though. I am giving and understanding. And formal and polite. I am sensitive. I am honest. I am sincere. And I am not a pest. I am not a pest, I am not a pest … I am my own person. I am warm. I want my life to be happy and I want to be clearer about things. I want to feel good. I love Wyoming … I love Wyoming very much … I love theatre I love good friends I love succeeding I love pasta I love jogging I love walking and feeling good I love Europe and driving and music and helping and smiling and Charlie and Jeopardy I love movies and eating and positive people and pasta and driving and walking and jogging and kissing and learning and airports and music and smiling and hugging and being myself I love theatre! I love theatre! And I love to be on stage! + Such an ordinary boy living ordinary days In an ordinary life so worth living He felt ordinary yearning and ordinary fears With an ordinary hope for belonging He felt ordinary yearning and ordinary fears With an ordinary hope for belonging (Born to live this ordinary life) Just an ordinary boy living ordinary days with extraordinary kindness extraordinary laughter extraordinary shining extraordinary light and joy Joy and light. I love, I love, I love … Ordinary boy, ordinary boy We Tell Each Other Stories We tell each other stories so that we will remember Try and find the meaning in the living of our days Always telling stories, wanting to remember Where and whom we came from Who we are Sometimes there’s a story that’s painful to remember One that breaks the heart of us all Still we tell the story We’re listening and confessing What we have forgotten In the story of us all We tell each other stories so that we will remember Trying to find the meaning … I am open to hear this story about a boy, an ordinary boy Who never had expected his life would be this story, (could be any boy) I am open to hear a story Open, listen. All . PASSION Recitation I Laramie, southeastern Wyoming, between the Snowy Range and the Laramie Range. Tuesday, October 6, 1998. The Fence (before) Out and alone on the endless empty prairie the moon bathes me the stars bless me SEPTEMBER 3 – SEPTEMBER 15, 2019 | RAVINIA MAGAZINE 107