This poem is in remembrance of my great-uncle, who was a musician in Nashville for most of his life, a man who served in the military in Korea, and who deserves a song!
Great Uncle was a musician He chased his dream on a mission He never penned a song Folks knew him well down in Nashville Though music paid no big gas bill He had true ambition His songs found a sweet rendition He played with open admission His true love was lifelong John picked his guitar with goodwill With joy, the music he instilled Sharing tunes, his mission To make music his tradition Spontaneous compositions If I could string along I'd play it with my own free will John Craig showed such a master skill He strummed strings all day long! John Craig rode as a musician With grit and a deep ambition Just pickin' it along John would pluck out his chords at will With six-strings he'd ride and travel Playing good tunes, headstrong! He was a slick string technician A musical aesthetician! He played for trav'lers all night long I'm not sure he knew a playbill His playin' was a sweet earful John Craig's songs still roll along! [Even if in my mind!*
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