One NightA Poem by Greg Skurathe last of the archive of life. stuff i've had for years surprised i found them
One Night
One night this week had just past
I heard them jam for once at last
Their sound was good until the end
It was a session by some good friends
I know that they do need some time
To play their music precise on a dime
But even still, they were just playing
And because they are my friends I just love saying
The mood was right for a Tuesday night
Everyone was calm, and not uptight
We all relaxed, and took things slow
Except for the band, and they did go
Jim on lead was playing close and tight
Eric hit his drums with precision and might
Ron on the bass not one second late
Fred on the mixer they just sounded great
I’m not a member of this rock and roll band
I act as a roadie, and give them a hand
The music engulfed me, and caused me to dream
I was surrounded by mountains, down near a stream
I dove into the water and swam to the top
It seemed like the dream never would stop
Through the watery haze I did realize
The mountains and stream disappeared from my eyes
With a crash of the cymbal and a bang from within
Eric put his left stick through a worn out drum skin
They are my friends and I do love to say
I enjoy the feeling of watching them play
GRAS ‘86
© 2009 Greg SkuraReviews
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6 Reviews Added on June 1, 2009 Last Updated on June 5, 2009 AuthorGreg SkuraPickering, Durham, CanadaAboutEverything is Impression and Expression how we Interpret our Impressions will determine our Expressions! Existing as a Soul in Form I Know that Everyone is Worthwhile Whether they Know it or not! .. more..Writing
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