Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade,
strumming on a flattop guitar that was made
to play along with a country song
about a sad heart who was done wrong.
Old Shep beats his tail to the tune,
enjoying the breeze and the croon
of the melodic voice which fills the air,
encouraging the birds to sing with flair.
Friendly neighbors stop by to listen with glee
to the one-man show which is free,
there isn't anything he can't play,
taking all requests on any day.
Favorites are heard and the group is a part
of the dusk-like entertainment considered art,
joining together with voices raised high,
taking a walk down memory lane with a sigh.
Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade
is a summertime thought that will not fade,
singing along with the guitar,
making sounds in unison near and far.
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Author:
Summersounds68 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Music draws people together.
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PERFECTION ~ of structure and subject. Proper houses (in the South) have porches and a rockin' chair ! Strummin' an' humming' "Swanee River" or some old Country Song we all know so we can join in an' stop a while to enjoy. Always a doggy an' "Ole Shep" was one oft he first Country Songs Elvis ever sang as a boy ! You have evoked memories and tugged at my guitar strings ! Sounds of the South ~ melodies of Paradise ! Great photo and a great song ~ I didn't recite it I sang it ~ beautiful ! Yours BRIAN
Brian, your response to my poem is so refreshing and is beautifully written. I dedicated this poem to my husband Bob who on occasion sits on the front porch singing and strumming on his guitar. Thank you for your encouragement.
~ Sonia
Awesome, Awesome, Awesome
Tony, thank you for your awesome reply.
~ Sonia
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