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Playin' Man

A completely true story.... My grandpa was a playin' man He had a local four piece band I was without a doubt his number one fan Grandpa and music went hand in hand Get together's on Saturday night A little moonshine to start out right Dancin' a jig under stars so bright Dancin' and playin' until mornins' light My grandpa was a playin' man He played harmonica in his four piece band I was was without a doubt his number one fan Grandpa and music went hand in hand Singin' songs of long ago Happy voices singin' way down low Grandpa puttin' on quite a show Where he learned those songs I don't know My grandpa was a playin' man His guitar makin' magic in that four piece band I was without a doubt his number one fan Grandpa and music went hand in hand Fiddles screamin' out loud and clear Folks would gather round from far and near Everybody grinnin' from ear to ear Those memories to me are oh so dear My grandpa was a playin ' man! ©Donna Jones

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Skat A

Date: 8/16/2015 1:01:00 AM

Donna, Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soup's home page :). **SKAT**

John Posey

Date: 4/13/2013 6:17:00 PM

Darlin', you had me at the moonshine. The music grandpa created was more genuine than anything heard today.... Mandolin pickin' and Banjo strummin' would have fit right in.... Great tribute to Grandpa..... I loved it...... Jake

Donna Jones
Date: 4/13/2013 7:11:00 PM

Yes it would have! Quite a time....thanks...Donna

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/22/2013 12:45:00 AM

coming back to this one. I just love it.

Donna Jones
Date: 2/22/2013 3:23:00 PM

Wow that's a compliment...coming back to visit a second time...thanks so much....

Robert Johnson

Date: 2/13/2013 12:34:00 PM

His music came from deep within. That's the way it's always been. A joy to hear your heart sing so. Two minutes left, I have to go. :) Library computor. :)

Donna Jones
Date: 2/13/2013 3:50:00 PM

Yes it did...many talented musicians in my family so the tradition continues...I lost out..on the musical talent..oh well...I keep them fed....

Juanita Thorn

Date: 2/13/2013 4:30:00 AM

I want to be at one of these get togethers....sounds like so much fun. Your writing seems so familiar to me, in a great way. I understand your words completely.

Donna Jones
Date: 2/13/2013 10:04:00 AM

It was such fun growing up in my huge family.. poor but always together...too many cousins to count and aunts and uncles. Music and food. Love and laughter. I was and am blessed.

Dan Kearley

Date: 2/11/2013 1:35:00 AM

Another beautiful write here Donna...Loving these goodtime memories you brought out. :o)

Donna Jones
Date: 2/11/2013 9:59:00 AM

Thanks Dan..wonderful memories....thanks for writing

Russell Sivey

Date: 2/8/2013 6:15:00 PM

Wow, this is another one of your tenderhearted writes my friend! I loved reading your very rhythmical poem this evening! What a spectacular piece, Great Work!!

Donna Jones
Date: 2/8/2013 6:25:00 PM

Thanks again..I have a picture of grandpa jiggin' with a sarape around his shoulders and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth after a few. What fun memories

Douglas Fulghum

Date: 2/8/2013 6:12:00 PM

I can hear the music Donna, words slowly baked in awesomeness. Well done.

Donna Jones
Date: 2/8/2013 6:26:00 PM

Thanks Douglas...I had a poor but awesome childhood....

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/8/2013 5:48:00 PM

this is a really cute and fun poem, Donna. I thought I would visit one of yours when I saw you at Ilene's poem just now. she is one of my favorite poets. I bet you are a good one like her!

Donna Jones
Date: 2/8/2013 6:28:00 PM

Well I don't know about good...I write for fun and to stay sane, but thanks for stopping over