Terry Ireland Poet Rhyme

Music Revolutionaries

As a child of the late1940s,
Heard Skiffle, Folk, Rock and Roll
Loved country and the blues
Loved the sound of soul.
Heard, Donegan, Perkins, Presley, 
Make all those blues based hits
Heard Jerry Lee, Buddy, the Bopper  
Guthrie, all those talented young Brits.

Suddenly we had a language, 
A music of our very own,
Criss crossing the Atlantic 
To mix with that home grown.
So many decades later,
My life having moved on,
I still listen to that music but
Most of the heroes are gone

Eyes closed,  glass in hand
I listen at my leisure,
My music may be old but
It gives so much pleasure.
In my mind i see my idols
Strut and own their stage
Many died too young 
That just means they don’t age.

Those very special people
Whose talent will not fade,
I have been so privileged to see
Music history being made.
A musical dinosaur maybe
But I don’t really care.
I heard the music change
And I was lucky to be there.

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Caren Krutsinger October 31, 2022 at 12:40 PM You lived in the best time possible "I heard the music change And I was lucky to be there." Terry Ireland November 1, 2022 at 1:00 AM You really had to be there to understand what a shock it was Caren. Suddenly young people had their own music performed for the main pasrt by other young people. I saw Buddy Holly live!!!!!!!

Speaks Volumes October 29, 2022 at 10:45 PM Ahh yes Terry, I remember the days when it took talent to play music and write and sing songs. Thank goodness for modern technology that can covert vinyl to MP4. I can still listen to the great oldies while driving or even mopping the floor. Loved your poem, its great to reminiss. Terry Ireland October 30, 2022 at 7:31 AM My musical taste varies from Blues to Folk and Country and I enjoy it so much still. One of my greatest memories, as a young teen I saw Buddy Holly live. Not long after the plane crash took him. He was one of the main inspiration for this poem. Thanks Wendy.

Ilene Bauer October 29, 2022 at 1:22 PM I was a bit later than you, Terry, but also feel privileged to have grown up with the music, performers and culture of the 60’s. It still sounds great to me! Your poem is terrific… Terry Ireland November 1, 2022 at 12:57 AM Thanks Ileme ; you were there in a very creative period and that music is still fresh.