Cheryl Hoffman Poet Rhyme

Music To My Soul

When young I liked the hard, driving beat,
the heavy rock rhythm rocking the socks off my feet,
now preferring more soothing with less percussion,
violins and flutes and folk guitar I now get a rush from,

Having various cd's I listen to in my car night or day,
classical, folk, gospel and soft rock being more my forte,
throw in a little spanish guitar or even a Celtic tune,
a hodgepodge of easy listening music I often croon to.



2-1-17

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Freddie Robinson Jr. February 10, 2017 at 8:36 PM You're just mellowing out, dear. Such a delightful poem, Cheryl. Sorry for staying out of touch, been real busy lately. But now, I seem to have settled back to a normal routine. I could really listen to some of those smooth tunes you wrote about in this lovely poem. Love and hugs, dear. Cheryl Hoffman February 11, 2017 at 8:27 AM Glad your back on the soup Freddie; thanks for kind comment and visit! P, L and hugs~Che :)

Mike Hauser February 2, 2017 at 10:06 PM Love this AND your choice in tunes! Cheryl Hoffman February 3, 2017 at 7:42 AM Thanks Mike; I guess the older I get the more mellow! Thanks for kind comment and visit~Che :)

White Wolf February 1, 2017 at 10:08 PM The Universal language, Music! A great tribute to it, Cheryl! Cheryl Hoffman February 2, 2017 at 7:14 PM It certainly is White Wolf! Without it life would be very dull; thanks for kind comment and visit~Che :)