a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


                             Unfamiliar words

Love of music
And persistence
Grew the talent
Through fingers
From the heart
                              No lessons

So many directions
A young man
Can g-r-o-w
He shaves
And plays
                              Football and music

For goodness
                             And family
                             Love 'em all.

Strains from Clapton
A Washburn twelve string
Not a chord missed

                               I'm in heaven.

For Two Shoes Tuesday


Sandra said...

he is blessed with that natural talent and so are you for having him and his music

Karen S. said...

I hear the music too! Very nice poem.

TexWisGirl said...


Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Those words aren't unfamiliar to me!

Country Gal said...

Wonderful ! Talented young man !

Mama Zen said...

This is wonderful!

A Quiet Corner said...

Gratitude is a precious as is talent!!!...:)JP

Sketching with Dogs said...

You are a lucky girl to have all that live music to listen to!
Lynne x

Terri @ Backward B Ranch said...

Nice one!

Ginny said...

Sounds like a very good guitar player, just like Clapton!!

Mary Ann said...

Time for a clip for us!

Lynne said...

Well done, like VERY . . . wonderful . . .

Farm Girl said...

Lovely, I know that I sit and listen when Johnny Cash is in the room above my head at night. I do love the sound of a 12 string.
Lovely poetry.

oldegg said...

Sometimes we make it hard on ourselves by not seeing the wood for the trees. Beauty is all around us, all we have to to do is slow down, look and listen.

Josie Two Shoes said...

Long ago I lived in a commune with a young man who woke us every morning by playing his guitar. There never was a sweeter way to wake up or fall asleep, in my mind I can still hear him and watch him play.

Andrew has graced your house with the same kind of talent, and music such as this brings such wonderful healing to the heart!

Thank you for the lovely poem for Two Shoes Tuesday, it brought back sweet memories!

Josie Two Shoes said...

I noticed you cleverly worked in both prompts too! :-)

Brian Miller said...

hey i know those names....
i used to play guitar...still do when i get a chance...played for my students last week...good on him...and clapton...great choice...

Eva Ason said...

What a nice poem
Enjoy your day

Saucy Kodz said...

Andrew's music is in his heart and reaches deep into his soul - those that bloom on their own go a long long way in life - you've taught him from your heart about life and he discovered a love for music and pursued that. I hope I get to hear him play someday. Hello to everyone and hugz to Marcy. I think Andrew has certainly struck a chord in all of us to hear him play. As we say in the Maritimes, Let er rip son :)

Sandy said...

Very nice poem!

Sue said...

You definitely are. Isn't being a grandma the best? And it's wonderful to watch their talents grow.


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