Ode to John Denver

Mere words cannot express The depths of my respect And how I mourn the fact that he's not here. His open, honest smile, His friendly country style, Of course his voice and music keep him near. As kids, on Thursday nights, My dad turned down the lights And by a roaring fire we'd sing his songs. I've such dear memories... We'd sing to his LP's Until, at last, our bedtimes came along. Oh, how those songs inspired And lifted my heart higher Each time my mundane life would drag me down. And truly I believe It cannot be just me Who wishes that he could still be around. So, here's to Brother John! He's never really gone As long as somewhere someone shares his songs! He was one of the best So may his soul be blessed! His many fans will keep his mem'ry strong.