The Choir met for the last time,
The last time this year,
A wonderful year of singing,
Singing with such pleasure.
Every week we met and sang,
Sang our hearts out,
Sang for the love of music.
It always takes us to a different place,
A place of joy and freedom
Where troubles are forgotten,
Where we do the thing we love,
We all just love to sing.
The concerts we gave were wonderful
The audiences stood and cheered,
Cheered at us when we finished.
That is such a bonus
As we know our glory,
Our glory to sing
Is given out to the world,
The world of others
That they me also come,
Also come to that place,
That place of joy and freedom
Where we go every week.
We know we will be back,
Be back in the New Year
And sing our hearts out,
Sing our hearts out once more.
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I was not there - or you all drowned me out? ither way - hence the title of your fine poem?! lol.
Thank you Orchi.
Andy
Was I there? Did I get the refreshments ready, and add water to any tipples?!
We sang in our Methodist Church and alcohol is not allowed in Methodist Churches.
Andy
I come for the poetry and fall in love with your choice, music
every time
thank you!
let your lungs enjoy their well-earned break my friend
help'em along with a sip or two of the good stuff
just to keep them warm, 😉
🍻
Thank you Mek, yes the good stuff is sipped after singing.😁😁😁
Andy
Wonderful to hear such joy.
Great write!
Thank you John, it is such a pleasure to sing in the Choir.
Andy
Andy I have always loved music, it can reach deep into the soul and heart, maybe more than poetry. It is poetry with a beat and melody. Nicely done.
Very true soren, music can bring all emotions to me.
Andy
I know I queried about a video clip but a sound recording can be put up on soundcloud. An idea rather belatedly but there you go, a long about way of saying wish we were there with you Andy!
You would always be welcome Rik but it is rather a long journey for an evenings entertainment. LOL.
Andy
Hallelujah,
You all did sing -
Next year, ‘see ya
Can’t wait for spring.
Late again, Andy - Apologies (I'm working on a shorter 'quatrain' next time....)
No problem Dave, thank you for your words.
Andy
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