Grandfather's Record Player

Grandfather's record player

I remember grandfather use to have a record player,
Johnny Cash use to sing his lullaby every night.

My fascination of this amazing invention increased,
The record spins as a needle glides across it,
How is this music created?

My imagination rotates around this music,
Grandfather always hums this tune,
Johnny's voice slowly gets softer...
The music stops.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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May 6, 2011 at 6:22 AM
Beautiful Leigh ,you conveyed strong feelings here. Impressed with your metaphors. Anne
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