A GIRL AND HER GUITAR
She perches her slight frame on the high backed chair
Cascading down her back she shakes out her long blonde hair
Steadying herself by the tips of her knee length boots
Her hands on the guitar strings she strums a few notes
She looks up and out towards her audience as they wait
In eager anticipation until the first note rings out
She has them spellbound, entranced and enthralled
Whether it’s a small room in a pub or a grand hall
She loves what she does, she pays her dues
Her voice is delicious with strong golden hues
From nine to ninety they come and watch in wonder
This slip of a girl, a glint in her eye, a tinkle of laughter
She captures powerful emotions as she hits the soaring notes
Sending shivers of thrills down their backs with quivers of delight
She transports her audience into dreams of the past or the future
A beautiful angel of song, the wonderful miracle of a daughter.
TO LISTEN TO ROSIE
Oh how wonderful.. and very beautiful.. I want you to know that I'm nominating you for the liebster award.. the tag is optional.. I don't want to force you into doing something that you're not interested in but I'll hope you'll find the time someday.. no pressure!! I'll be posting it later on tonight..
ReplyDeleteThis is a great post. I've listened to the music, and I think it's great.
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Lots of talent in your family. I enjoyed the poem and the link.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Daughters are a miracle. It's so wonderful to watch them accomplish great things. You must be proud.
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