Quentin Ehlinger Poet Lyric

Home of the Blues

They heard the breeze in oak trees
Making weird melodies
And they saw that as start of The Blues

From Parish Jail they heard the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And heard that as a part of The Blues

From a whipporwill on Monkey Hill
They heard a new note
They pushed it through a horn
Until it was worn
Into a blue note

And then they nursed it...they rehearsed it
And then they gave out the news
That New Orleans is home of The Blues

(Sung to melody of "Birth of The Blues)

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Cathy Moore June 9, 2013 at 4:25 PM Amazing Quentin Ehlinger June 10, 2013 at 11:31 AM Thank you. (I guess.)

Christine Phillips June 8, 2013 at 9:17 AM This is the first time I am reading your poem and I must say that I enjoy it very much. Nice musical reflection potrayed in this piece. Quentin Ehlinger June 8, 2013 at 9:53 AM Thanks. It's a parody of the old classic "Birth of The Blues".