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An Ode To My Banjo and My Little Country Home

There’s a load of dust and sweat pulling my ole tired mussels 
           down
           These two old warn out feet get a little draggy, the way I get around
           I’m just a bunch of tired bones tripping over burdens and stress
           Yet, there are times when I find that cottonwood tree and get my 
           evening’s rest
           From the cool restful shadows that hide the setting sun
           I can hear the sad ole Whip-poor-will as he starts his evening run
           I get a little sleepy and my hat droops over my eyes
           I hardly even notice, the troubles of a pesky fly
           My old hound dog lies asleep, his eyes casting a downward pose
           And there’s smells trotting from the kitchen stove, to tease his 
            twitching nose
           
          Then there’s a coffee pot percolating, I can hear its happy song
           And the wife calls the family in, for supper in our country home
           But, as night time wins its daily fight, causing the sun to flee
           Shadows dancing with the moon, to the tune of a cottonwood melody
            I find my mind has recovered as I hear the cricket’s call
           It’s then, I see that proud little banjo propped stately against the wall
           The folks gather around me, in the glow of the lamp’s little light
            I strike a note in the cord, of G, and it seems to sound all right
         
            Little sister’s voice is soft and pure as I pluck the banjo strings
            And the music from our country choir, makes the windows ring
            Mom and Dad and all the others, kids everywhere from small to big
            Even old Gray Hair Granny’s toes are tapping out the banjo jig
            Old Luke limps from under the house and settles in his favorite spot
            and that banjo rings all over the house and down the wide dog-trot
            All to gather, we lift our voices in tune with my little banjo
            Its the best country pleasure this little home will ever know
            That banjo’s lively notes, lifts our voices in a roaring tone
            A banjo music serenade “An ode to our country home.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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