He sat on his stool,
Guitar in hand,
Dressed in black.
This man who had so much
To tell us;
But was misunderstood
By many.
He Walked the Line
Straight to Folsom Prison,
But escaped and found himself
Surrounded by a Ring of Fire;
Until those Ghost Riders in the Sky
Pulled him back to Jackson
Where his love for June,
Gave him the Peace in the Valley,
That he was seeking.
Starkville City Jail held him overnight;
The crime was picking flowers!
But when released he drove away
In the car he had built One Piece at a Time.
This Boy Named Sue
Drove into San Quentin,
Where the inmates showed him
A Sea of Heartbreak,
And that he wasn’t a Wanted Man.
The Bitter Tears that were shed
Over the Vanishing race;
But will survive
As Long as the Grass Shall Grow,
And Drums will beat out to banish
Apache Tears.
This man, dressed in black
To remind all those in their lightening cars
And fancy clothes
Of the others that were held back.
At the end he walked the Streets of Laredo
Picking up a Tear Stained Letter.
He was Hurt, but did not see Sam Hall
Singing Danny Boy.
As he walked the Bridge Over Those Troubled Waters
To Give That Letter to Rose
He Hung His Head, as In his Life
He was such a Desperado.
But He had his Own Personal Jesus.
Without June he was
So Lonesome that He Could Cry.
The First Time Ever he Saw Her Face
The Man Came Around and knew,
That they would Meet Again.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 30th, 2018 01:01
- Comment from author about the poem: I know that Brian talks of Johnny Cash so this is for him. I wrote it a few years ago. Johnny Cash died September 12th 2003 – four months after June Carter, his wife of 35 years. The last stanza of this poem makes reference to all the songs in his last recorded album American 1V: The Man Comes Around (popularly known as Hurt)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A fine write cleverly put together Gold. Meanwhile two men in white (coats) have come to collect me. Dunno why - I must have sung! lol.
Make sure the room they put you is is both padded and sound-proofed!
They will say 'Hooray' cos no-one will hear me sing then!
So well put together Andy - clever stuff.
Thank you Michael, most kind.
Thanks for this ANDY ~ For me JC is the ultimate Poet and Balladeer ! Misunderstood because for most he was too deep to understand. A total Man Body ~ Mind ~ Spirit and this is well expressed in his Poetry & Songs. Johnny was forged in the white hot furnace of the mid 20th C and there will never be his like again a perfect blend of SAINT & SINNER melded with the infinite LOVE of June Carter and a voice so full of pathos it reached your SOUL ~ Thanks for carin' and postin' a very clever Poem ~ BRIAN !
He is one of mine and Joyce’s favourites, a caring man who never loses his faith.
Andy,
Johnny Cash...
A favorite of mine!
Thank you for a super write and choice of video! I have to admit that I found it a bit sad, BUT VERY POWERFUL!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura. Yes that video is very powerful.
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