Curious to see if AI could come up with a song/poem that combines some of the lyrics in "Simple Gifts" with my feelings about the place my Shaker ancestors called home, I asked my ChatGPT assistant to provide three verses using words and phrases I provided. After a bit of finessing, here is the end result:
On the river where golden
light does play,
Waters gently weave as
daylight fades away,
We walk with grace at the
golden hour's sway,
Amid oaks and hickories in
verdant array.
When true simplicity is
gained,
No shame in bending, no
need for fame,
As we turn, turn, our
spirits alight,
‘Til by turning, turning,
we find the light.
In earnest embrace, we
search to find the key,
'Tis the gift to be
simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
Where burdens fade and
worries take flight,
With the gift of
simplicity, our hearts can unite.
In the place just right,
our dreams ignite,
'Tis in the valley of love
and delight,
As we turn, turn, our
spirits alight,
‘Til by turning, turning,
we come round right.
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