The Sound of Old Legends
Digits tap dancing across lands of black and white;
tip-toeing taps across keyboard
of an old saloon upright.
Sounds of crescendo eco across the plains,
of a dust-laden old ghost town.
Saloon girls and cowboys sashay
within swirling breezes
and I hear their distant laughter.
fingers tapping ragtime
tell the stories of the old west;
gold dust rides upon the breeze.
Songs sung in celebration
are accompanied by a
tickled, laughing keyboard.
Histories music
sings across the ethers.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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