The Man With His Guitar
The man with his guitar
He made it come alive
He played his tunes
Up and down the scales
With the most beautiful riffs
That tugged at your heart
He sat on a log on the beach
And the people gathered ‘round
To have a listen
The summer sun beat down
Through the dancing leaves
With just enough warmth
The melodies ran deep
Sometimes gentle and soft
And then increased with excitement
So that bodies moved
In step with the movement
Of the strings
At times so soulful
With everlasting sadness
And then the uplifting moments
So lively and joyful
The man with his guitar
The guitar had a spirit of its own.
Copyright © Ingrid Lehman | Year Posted 2019
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