Yeees! I love that song. Had to read-- the title got me.
A fine ode to a living legend.
Really like how this flowed and built it's way up to the final line.
Hello Deanna,
Your poetry "sparkles". This wonderful meaages takes me right straight back to the woodstock days when we all sat on the ground listening to the music. I sat with my husband and our new baby, Geron, (who is nearly forty now) on the ground listening to the bands play. Unexpectedly, a watermelon was passed along to us. We sliced off a hunk and passed it on along. It was magic and so is your poetry. Christy