Only Remembered,
A song that came into my life
So many years ago.
A song of sorrow,
The sorrow of death in war.
A song that came to mean so much,
Mean so much to me.
Those three voices in harmony
Pervading My Spirit
With so much emotion.
Three men whose songs called to me,
Called to me with passion.
At last I was going to see them,
And there they were,
Singing to the audience,
Singing to me,
Singing to me for the first,
And for the last time,
They would sing together no more.
There work done they walked off the stage
But the roar from the crowd pulled them back,
And then they sang it,
The first song that I had heard from them
Became their last,
As they too drifted away to become,
Only Remembered.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The singers were Coope, Boyes and Simpson a folk group I have listened to for many years and the only chance that I had to see them was last night on their farewell concert tour. The song, Only Remembered I first heard in my Church many years ago and I have now got all their albums. I seem to be on a bit of a musical journey in my poems, classical yesterday, folk music today, progressive rock tomorrow and jazz the next day.
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Good write. I've visited churches occasionally where it turned out to be the farwell sermon of a priest. I heard him/her for the first - and last - time. Not that I went to say 'good riddance' to them, or 'don't hurry back to see us again'. Though there's been ones that I could have gone to with that motive! Oops!
Thanks Orchi. Yes there are certainly some preachers I wish I had missed.
Nothing worse than getting stuck in a service during a sermon that is boring. Can't get out of it. Well, we could pretend we need to nip out to the loo or something! heehee. Some might attend a leaving party, and weep for joy, at their exit! oohh.
Great write - I don't know them but be assured I'll google them - just love real folk music.
I think they are a great group and they do not mince their words in their songs, no bad language but much of what they say is so true.
Music and memories become so entwined they can never be undone . Enjoyed the music and the words and nostalgia .
Thanks swingline, much appreciated.
Very nice tribute Goldfinch. All good things must come to an end, I guess. But, at least there are the recordings to play over and over. 🙂
Thank you WBL, I do have their recordings so they will not be forgotten by me.
Thanks ANDY ~ for an excellent Folk Video and a very nostalgic poem. Folk groups are much more popular in the North of England rather than the South. For those who are unfamiliar with the genre this is an excellent example the four part harmony and the slightly nasal tone. We generally had our right hand on our right ear to give vocal resonance ! Your poem resonates with others which tell a similar story of the final performance in Sport ~ Music ~ Last day at Work etc always very moving and nostalgic. Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian, just a minor point, it is hard to sing four part harmony with only three people. I have been singing harmony for many years now in choirs and Barbershop, I am a bass in the three choirs for which I sing and was baritone in Barbershop. If I pull my trousers up tightly I can sort of sing tenor.
Thanks ANDY ~ I take your point ! The important issue is the importance of HARMONY rather than the size of the group ! We sang five part in our Church Choir (female tenors) which gave it a unique sound. Love Barbershop ~ very sacred ground and specific harmonies. My range is baritone (about 2 octaves) happier with melody and base ~ tenor does strain the gonads. My poem today is 40 SHADES OF GREEN ~ JOHNNY CASH ~ UNIQUE VOICE & SOUND ! BRIAN
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