Ray told us to walk up the hill and back and make some notes. Then,
after leaving the notes aside for awhile, we were to make a song out of
it. Here's a photo of the hill (with sheep on it), and here's the
song: 

  Calling Home    by Jim Smart
   
I was walking down a lonely road, miles from anywhere
I was thinking 'bout my sons sleeping on the other side of the world
and a wind came down the ridge and caused some trees to scream
with a vacuum like noise, sucking my thoughts up into the sky

I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm all alone
I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm calling home

Well that wind was so strong, it blew halfway around the world
mixing in with strange clouds, bending in swirls

I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm calling home
I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm all alone

Oooh......I know that you're sleeping
Ooooooh.......was it a busy day?
I wish I knew,              I wish I knew

Now a tropical breeze blows across my sons' pillows
and it went to their heads and into their dreams

I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm calling home
I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm all alone

Oooh......now that you're sleeping
ain't it a pretty dream?
I wish I knew, I wish I knew

I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm calling home
I'm calling from faraway, daddy's doing fine, I'm all alone

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