Soprano to my left,
Soprano to my right,
I was set in a cleft
At the end of the night.
Mix yourselves all around the conductor said,
So there we were a four part choir
Not in our set groups as normal
But mixed all over.
So we sang,
We sang our hearts out
Each hearing a different voice,
Different voice at our sides.
We finished the song,
The final song of the night
And all had beaming faces
As a wonderful sound had been made
And smiling and joy abounded
As we came to the end of our day.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This happened at our choir last night, the conductor mixed us all up so we weren't in our set groups we made a wonderful sound and fun was had by all. The video is our choir.
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Comments8
Always a bit of fun when that happens! Remembering my choir days now 🙏🏻🕊
It surely id arqios, thank you
You’re welcome Andy 🙏🏻🕊
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
It is different when support is not close by and one is forced into self reliance. A great metaphor Andy
It surely is soren, thank you.
Andy
A change is as good as the rest I do believe. 🤣 Obviously a very trusting conductor 🌹
Very true Teddy, it worked out very well, thank you.
Andy
A change can be for the better, enjoyed the read
It surely can Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
Good write, Andy. No where to hide. Please do your part, and it will all work out.
Thank you Jerry, it certainly seemed to work.
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Thank you Tony.
Andy
You're welcome
Tremensous work.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
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