Edna Carroll Poet Rhyme

Daddy's Banjo

I hear music in the trees, 
 filtering down from the sky. 
 It sounds like Daddy's banjo 
 serenading Angels on High. 

 I smell Prince Albert tobacco 
 as Daddy smokes his pipe.... 
 Rings of smoke twirl around. 
 as he adjusts the strings just right. 

 Carving wood for his banjo, 
 I watched it came alive. 
 I still wonder about the strings. 
 The head was from dried cowhide. 

 My memory was real for a time 
 but the past just can't stay. 
 The future stands before me. 
 I will see him again one day.

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Debra Squyres August 3, 2015 at 12:56 PM Love this... well written !! Miss my Dad too and this poem is a lovely tribute. Thanks for looking me up on the soup from the Haven. Honored that you fav'd me as well... I will do the same. I don't come here as often as I did, but drop by occasionally. Between A Poets Haven and a couple of other groups I co-administrate along with one of my own... my time slips by too fast.

Lindsay Laurie June 18, 2015 at 9:06 PM G'day Edna... a nice tribute to your father. There are certain things that you will never forget about him - Lindsay