Grandpa's Fiddle

To my grandpa's fiddle
We had a ball.
Dancing a jigg
To "Turkey In The Straw."

Then to Daddy's guitar
Threw the year's he'd play.
Country tunes from the heart.
We would sing and dance all day.

Our brother's electric strings.
With amp's turned sky hi.
Rock-n-Roll to Christian music
Always turning on our HiFi's.

My son's and nephew's
And cousin's galore!
Strum the strings to the song's
Proclaiming Love and War.

From Grandpa's Fiddle
To my Honer guitar.
We'll turn Poetry to Music
Till we all become stars.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Brown Avatar
March 9, 2011 at 6:48 AM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one of PoetrySoup's contest. The best to you in the finals MAF. Love Carol
Longfellow Avatar
February 1, 2011 at 3:44 PM
Thanks for a great review Dave. The good ol' days hold memories alike. Turkey in the Straw we danced with delight... keep safe and warm, another snow and ice storm .MAF
Austin Avatar
February 1, 2011 at 3:06 PM
Congrats on the selection. Good old tune. This reminds me of my dad's old black violin. It wasn't varnished black; it was black from the boys takin' it to the field and playin it during lunch break. Turkey in the Straw? Well I guess! Dave
Beesley Avatar
August 29, 2010 at 1:35 PM
love it and thank you for touching comments i myself am someones wayward son...sorry too tough to cry about it...call me a fool
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