Alvarez
Cort
Fender
Washburn
Marshall
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
Grateful
For goodness
Talent
Dedication
Andrew
And family
Love 'em all.
Strains from Clapton
Drift
From
A Washburn twelve string
Not a chord missed
I'm in heaven.
For Two Shoes Tuesday
19 comments:
he is blessed with that natural talent and so are you for having him and his music
I hear the music too! Very nice poem.
Those words aren't unfamiliar to me!
Wonderful ! Talented young man !
Gratitude is a precious as is talent!!!...:)JP
You are a lucky girl to have all that live music to listen to!
Lynne x
Nice one!
Sounds like a very good guitar player, just like Clapton!!
Time for a clip for us!
Well done, like VERY . . . wonderful . . .
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.
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.
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!
I noticed you cleverly worked in both prompts too! :-)
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...
What a nice poem
Enjoy your day
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 :)
Very nice poem!
You definitely are. Isn't being a grandma the best? And it's wonderful to watch their talents grow.
=)
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