Playing The Clarinet.

Goldfinch60



Well I picked it up again,

Had not played it for a while

But blew down it and the sound came,

A clear note was played.

Blew another note

And again, it was clear.

Put some music up

And played the notes,

And I played the tune.

What a surprise,

So out of practice

But the song was played.

Joy was in my heart

As I had started once more,

Started once more to play it,

To play my clarinet.

It will now be played,

Played every day

And Mozart will be happy

When I play his concerto,

Play his concerto once more.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2025 01:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: I used to play the clarinet in a clarinet choir and in a swing band many years ago, I pick it up occasionally but not very often but I felt I needed to play it again so played it yesterday for the first time for a while and got some decent notes out of it, they will improve as I will play every day from now on.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.

  • sorenbarrett

    Good for you Gold a better man than I who surrendered my violin, piano, harmonica, and accordion some years ago. A fun write that brought memories.

    • Goldfinch60

      Most kind soren, thank you.

      Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        Always a pleasure Andy

      • arqios

        Nice! Remember to press record some time 👍🏻🕊️🙏🏻

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Rik, maybe one day.

          Andy

          • arqios

            Yes! A maybe is definitely 👍🏻🕊️🙏🏻

          • Doggerel Dave

            Growth - you've avoided a rut, Andy, and you have my fullest admiration for it.

            Now where did I leave that comb all those years ago (loads of paper...)?

            • Goldfinch60

              So kind Dave.
              I can send you a comb I have a spare one. I have played a comb and paper 'back in the day'.

              Andy

              • Doggerel Dave

                Nah Andy - don't put yourself out. Australian combs are a bit special; they are carved out of ironbark, soaked in emu oil for a year and then left in the summer sun for minimum six months in February. (very seasonal work). They come in a merino wool lined case. Not sure whether Akubra hats or your ironbark comb is the oldest tradition here....
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