Guitar

Fri, 09/30/2016 - 11:31 -- nscott

On midday, after school,

a boy picked up a beautiful guitar the color of sunset;

He tuned it and proceeded it play it,

to play the music of his life, the sounds of his soul,

he relieved all his stress.

 

If it were not for a suggestion he would never have learned this instrument of magic, 

so smooth, so emotional, so majestic!

and oh, how that guitar sounded,

it sounded so amazing to him that he would not give it up for the world.

 

His teachers are his inspiration, for which they have due credit,

For they taught him what he needed to know and now he's having fun jamming.

 

To share the music with others felt amazing to him,

to feel the rush of joy,

to feel as though everything is right with the world in the time of a few songs.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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Comments

jaydennavis

I love the imagery this poem gives. Thanks for letting me check out your work! Please, check out my poem. It would mean a lot!

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