And The Horn Blows Once MoreA Poem by Chris TaylorAnd The Horn Blows Once More a poem by Chris T.
I fill my lungs with air to toot my horn Blow and inhale in my bravado Calling forth what once was born Like some aging latin desperado And the horn blows once more
The plumage is brilliant and full of color For my palate never lacks skill As beautiful as a crisp new dollar Hoping to give someone a thrill And the horn blows once more
Do not try to play my tune For the nuance you will lack One cannot outshine the moon Or make its brilliance slack And the horn blows once more
I will not wait for praise in earnest For my patience treads on thin ice My pomposity burns as a furnace With an arrogance not so nice And the horn blows once more
Armstrong’s cheeks were not as full For mine emits that crowing sound My trumpet stops the charging bull Silencing the howling hound And the horn blows once more
For no one can hear the voice of friends Or the counsel of wise men Never knowing how far grace extends For the tune has outplayed the pen And the horn blows once more © 2011 Chris TaylorAuthor's Note
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26 Reviews Added on September 6, 2011 Last Updated on September 6, 2011 AuthorChris TaylorSioux Falls, SDAboutI am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..Writing
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