Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

Family Conflict

Soft mallets play the xylophone
In comes the low note g on trombone
Two hard mallets add their sound
There's no dry bones around

Soon the sound of a low bassoon
Bongo drum adds its tune
Wind blowing the harsh melody around
Orchestra pitch now the sound

All this floating to the ground
Soon  the only thing to be heard
Loud bassoon making its words
Quiet, quite still; one lone note
Bass drum----boom

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James Fraser September 4, 2009 at 12:43 PM Clever poem Sara, a lovely poem to read>>James

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen August 27, 2009 at 10:22 AM Hi Sara, Do you remember that old song called, "Dry Bones" I don't remember the whole song, but this poem reminded me of that old childhood tune. I don't remember but a few of the words, though. Those are my thoughts on this second look. DAS-J

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen August 26, 2009 at 10:32 PM Sara, This is quite lovely. I love the analogy between music and family. A family of instruments. Smiling, DAS-J

John Loving Iii August 26, 2009 at 6:14 PM wow a masterpiece!!! yes really. you did it creativity has been used and not wasted on something that required less thought. great work. John Henry Loving III

Sabrina Huggins August 26, 2009 at 4:19 PM Wow! This is very well written!! Brighten my day. Thanks for the comment....Sabrina

Carol Sunshine Brown August 26, 2009 at 2:57 PM Oh my goodness what a write. Thank you for the chills. Love, Carol