Frog And Henry.

Goldfinch60



What a strange name,

Frog and Henry,

A very strange name for a jazz group,

But what a jazz group they were,

Playing jazz from the early days,

We were hooked by their playing.

There they were,

Two violinists and a piano player,

Another playing tuba,

A guy playing guitar and banjo.

Then there were two more,

One playing tenor sax, a clarinet

And a bass clarinet.

And then there was the leader

Playing the clarinet in such a way,

Such a way I had never heard before,

Getting sounds out of it

That I thought impossible.

But not only that

He played soprano, alto and baritone saxophones.

They all sang as well.

Such a wonderful sound they made

It was so wondrous to hear

And so enjoyable that the evening just went.

And as I sit hear

I can still hear them

And wonder why the time went,

Time went so fast.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2023 01:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Went to the Jazz Club last night as we do every month and saw one of the best Jazz Groups I have ever seen, they were incredible!
  • Category: Special occasion
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  • Neville



    you can beat an egg, but you just can't beat a bit of jazz now can ya .. 🙂

  • orchidee

    Now, time's going fast for you when you're enjoying yourself, as the saying goes, what with jazz, poetry group, etc!
    Did I turn up to sing at the jazz group?

  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    This poem is a beautifully written tribute to the artistry and skill of Frog and Henry, and to the power of music to inspire and delight us. It is a testament to the enduring legacy of jazz, and to the ability of musicians to create something truly magical when they come together to play.



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