Up into the plane they went
Going to another gig.
They took off into the air
But they fell out of the sky
As the plane crashed.
That was the day,
The day that music died,
As Ritchie Valens,
Big Boppa,
And worst of all,
Buddy Holly died.
The whole world was shocked,
So sad at his death.
The greatest rock star of all
Losing his life so young,
So much music lost.
Whenever I hear his songs
I start singing,
I seem to know them all.
One of the greatest rock stars
Lost to the world,
Lost at such a young age,
But his music lives on.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 19th, 2024 02:01
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after I had messages on one of my poems where I had put a song by Buddy Holly on it. On February 3, 1959, American rock and roll musicians Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and "The Big Bopper" J. P. Richardson were all killed in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa, together with pilot Roger Peterson.[a][1][2] The event became known as "The Day the Music Died" after singer-songwriter Don McLean referred to it as such in his 1971 song "American Pie".
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