Air Instrumentation.

Goldfinch60



There we were, my lover and I

Walking by the side of Our River,

The sun was shining,

The water was green and clear,

A beautiful afternoon.

As we approached the ferry

The ferry man was sitting on the wall,

Sitting listening to music.

He was strumming away so happily,

So happily playing his air guitar,

We walked on with a smile.

As we came back he was doing his job

And pulling the ferry across Our River.

We sat and watched as the passenger came,

Came across in the ferry.

We sat there for a while

Talking and to each other,

Looking and listening to Nature’s glory.

Then we started to walk back again

And there was the ferryman

Sitting on the wall once more,

Listening to music.

His air guitar was down by his side

As now he was playing another instrument,

He was now sitting in front of his air piano

Playing all the notes to the tune,

The tune to which he was listening.

Yet another smile crossed our faces,

Another beautiful time with each other,

With smiles all about us.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2023 00:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: In our town we have a ferry that is pulled across the river by rope.
  • Category: Special occasion
  • Views: 10
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  • orchidee

    A fine write and journey Gold.

  • David Wakeling

    A fascinating tale.It keeps the interest right to the end

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you DAvid.

      Andy

    • arqios

      As an aside, reminded me of the air guitar of lore. In my town we had the last ferry and it was pulled by cables. Now they are planning a flyover bridge for an outer circumferential road. Going outward in ever concentric circles.

      • Goldfinch60

        It is such a shame to see these old traditions disappear CB.

        Andy

        • arqios

          More and more we find that money does make this world go round and the lack of it just drives people barmy.

        • Mottakeenur Rehman

          It is a celebration of a peaceful moment shared between lovers, surrounded by nature's splendor and touched by the whimsy of the ferryman.

          • Goldfinch60

            It certainly was Mottakeenur and will continue in that way for years to come.

            Andy



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