StrumA Poem by ShelbyStrum Callused fingers And make music That guitar sound Makes my heart Soar, burst, Sing along in love And ecstasy. Say goodbye textbooks Formulas Reason For my soul belongs to The pianos, the drums The harmonica and the sitar But to the guitar most of all. So strum And my body will beat along The A chord Then G7 Or F But Am will always Be my beloved Followed by Dm I'll play you a melody Fast and raging Slow and sweet, Strum me, darling Like my guitar And be my major My minor My diminished The rhythm I play each day And I'll sing you my song. © 2011 Shelby |
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2 Reviews Added on January 22, 2011 Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorShelbyGuerneville, CAAboutI love reading, writing, playing guitar, and listening to music (The beatles especially). I have yet to finish anything, but don't intend to make a career out of my writing; it's just for my own enter.. more..Writing
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