On Ronnie'

Robbinsville January 1943, a visionary artist was born to be Country strong style, is his-story; par-excellence to you and me Electric guitars just newly seen; would play one day, on music scene's Where women will swoon, and young girls scream Hard saved dimes, to his 'turn' would see; at Young Harris, in Towns county. A Georgia boy made good & some stories, in country-rock/pop R&B! A world I wouldn't miss, was 'born' to be; under the hands of Ronnie Lee! Smoky mountain rain fell on our hearts, through cracklin radio's to early starts 'Pure Love' played all its lively parts; at park or mall & in K-marts. His music echoed in the '70s & '80s, along with chrome mag wheels & feelin free. Milsap impacts listener land, to date he stirs the soul of man, His flow is rolling, verging on unplanned, his 'Local Girl' understated-grand My finding is; my verdict says there's 'more of our guy' on the way! When I'm feeling weary or senses grey, a 'hit' from Ronnie lifts my day. Cross Missouri mudflats, on Florida sand; he moulds emotions in his hands. ©JOE MAVERICK 2-11-2015