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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required VIVA LA ELVIS In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born, To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on. They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain, And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath of sweet refrain. One heart beating for the two, their spirits intertwined; To restore faith and hope and joy to dear ones left behind. Elvis grew from babe to boy his heart set on a goal, From boy to man to legend; The King of Rock n’ Roll. He lived in humble dwellings, his Pa his Ma and he; Playing his guitar, singing songs, pure golden melodies. Country, Gospel, Blues and Jazz the rhythms of the soul, And Rock n’ Roll, the very core of hearts both young and old. While rising up to stardom, his pelvis did he swing; Some church folk banged the gavel to crucify ‘The King’. Their efforts came to nothing, as fans from near and far, Surged on with huge momentum, to win that holy war. So once again he stood there, gyrating at his will, Until the day he heard a call that made those hips stand still. Called to serve his country, the nation’s rising star, And while along that journey, he sadly lost his Ma. On the first of May, a bride’s bouquet, a blush of summer wine, Elvis wed Priscilla; his beautiful fraulein. Soaring in her lover’s arms on the wings of destiny, Nine months later they were blessed with gorgeous Lisa Marie. The happiness they shared together wrapped in melody; Like a poet’s dream, a symphony, a lover’s rhapsody. Then fate stepped in and dealt a blow that tore the dream apart, And in its wake it left a trail of tears and broken hearts. ‘The King’, on stage and silver screen, he took the world by storm, A real hunk of burning love in a GI uniform. He rocked the house to loud applause, he played the matador, And danced with pretty Hula girls in the Hawaiian sunset glow. August 16, ’77 was the day ‘The King’ had died, But forever lives the Legend, born on 8/1/35. His mamma smiled and gently beckoned to her second born, While holding close the one she’d lost that fateful winter’s morn. The joy he brings to us down here can never be replaced, Though many keep on trying in vain to fill the empty space. His spirit fills all Graceland, to watch o’er kith and kin, In the Heavenly sounds of Dixieland … I hear God joining in. Elaine Randolph Copyright ©2009 Elaine Randolph
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