Donna Jones Poet Quatrain

Playin' Man

A completely true story....

My grandpa was a playin' man
He had a local four piece band
I was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Get together's on Saturday night
A little moonshine to start out right
Dancin' a jig under stars so bright
Dancin' and playin' until mornins' light

My grandpa was a playin' man
He played harmonica in his four piece band
I was was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Singin' songs of long ago
Happy voices singin' way down low
Grandpa puttin' on quite a show
Where he learned those songs I don't know

My grandpa was a playin' man
His guitar makin' magic in that four piece band
I was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Fiddles screamin' out loud and clear
Folks would gather round from far and near
Everybody grinnin' from ear to ear
Those memories to me are oh so dear

My grandpa was a playin ' man!

©Donna Jones

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Skat A August 16, 2015 at 1:01 AM Donna, Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soup's home page :). **SKAT**

John Posey April 13, 2013 at 6:17 PM Darlin', you had me at the moonshine. The music grandpa created was more genuine than anything heard today.... Mandolin pickin' and Banjo strummin' would have fit right in.... Great tribute to Grandpa..... I loved it...... Jake Donna Jones April 13, 2013 at 7:11 PM Yes it would have! Quite a time....thanks...Donna

Andrea Dietrich February 22, 2013 at 12:45 AM coming back to this one. I just love it. Donna Jones February 22, 2013 at 3:23 PM Wow that's a compliment...coming back to visit a second time...thanks so much....

Robert Johnson February 13, 2013 at 12:34 PM His music came from deep within. That's the way it's always been. A joy to hear your heart sing so. Two minutes left, I have to go. :) Library computor. :) Donna Jones February 13, 2013 at 3:50 PM Yes it did...many talented musicians in my family so the tradition continues...I lost out..on the musical talent..oh well...I keep them fed....

Juanita Thorn February 13, 2013 at 4:30 AM I want to be at one of these get togethers....sounds like so much fun. Your writing seems so familiar to me, in a great way. I understand your words completely. Donna Jones February 13, 2013 at 10:04 AM It was such fun growing up in my huge family.. poor but always together...too many cousins to count and aunts and uncles. Music and food. Love and laughter. I was and am blessed.

Dan Kearley February 11, 2013 at 1:35 AM Another beautiful write here Donna...Loving these goodtime memories you brought out. :o) Donna Jones February 11, 2013 at 9:59 AM Thanks Dan..wonderful memories....thanks for writing

Russell Sivey February 8, 2013 at 6:15 PM Wow, this is another one of your tenderhearted writes my friend! I loved reading your very rhythmical poem this evening! What a spectacular piece, Great Work!! Donna Jones February 8, 2013 at 6:25 PM Thanks again..I have a picture of grandpa jiggin' with a sarape around his shoulders and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth after a few. What fun memories

Douglas Fulghum February 8, 2013 at 6:12 PM I can hear the music Donna, words slowly baked in awesomeness. Well done. Donna Jones February 8, 2013 at 6:26 PM Thanks Douglas...I had a poor but awesome childhood....

Andrea Dietrich February 8, 2013 at 5:48 PM this is a really cute and fun poem, Donna. I thought I would visit one of yours when I saw you at Ilene's poem just now. she is one of my favorite poets. I bet you are a good one like her! Donna Jones February 8, 2013 at 6:28 PM Well I don't know about good...I write for fun and to stay sane, but thanks for stopping over