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The Nuts fall close to the tree

In the dimmed theater, the stage is set not for a play though, yet a performance one of baton, brass, notes, timpani the performance I have waited for has come As the stage lights grow brighter like sunlight the theater grows dimmer yet, almost dark but for the brilliance of the stage lights then out you come with French Horn in hand Along with thirty of forty other musicians you take the stage, you are first chair therefore you must be at your best tonight and I know that you will be, you've practiced The Conductor arrives on stage and announces Welcome to the Black Hawk County Honor Band I am sure you will be pleased with our selections The Conductor takes the podium, opens his arms With baton in hand he signals instruments ready You raise your horn along with the others ahhh the sound is fervent with excitement the theater is alive with Parker in G flat I can pick your horn from all the other instruments you are playing the best you have ever played you are caressing your horn like a fine jewel and it sparkles in the light brilliance unimagined Like your brother the writer of poetic beauty you also have talent, musical talent like I you now can hear a song and play it, by ear like I you are learning the guitar, teaching yourself The next song, Bach, such beauty to my ears you and your fellow musicians have mastered the master two years you have played, it sounds like many more I film the whole concert, to preserve the moment The concert ends with a Beethoven, in B how lovely again you played masterfully, never missed a note You even hit high G, and you thought you couldn't well done son and it's all on tape, and in my memory Red faced you leave the atrium, you worked so hard I hug you and tell you how proud I am of you all you want is a drink of water, you drank and the redness is leaving your face, well done I hug you again I wish your Brother could have been here to see and hear he would have been proud too, and would have hugged you You see, talent runs in our family, Me, you and Jared all have it, So I guess it's in the gene pool, must be for you see The Nuts fall close to the tree !

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Date: 4/2/2010 12:08:00 PM
interesting poem, hope you are well!! sounds like you have a wonderful family and much to be proud of!!
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Date: 3/17/2010 10:04:00 AM
Hey pops!!!!! I knew it was only a matter of time before the creative gene surfaced in Josh... Awesome, and you are correct, if there, I would have given him the BIGGEST hug of a proud Pickett male... Great write old man, full of so much harmony, excellent musical journey.... I gave Crystal your number, who in turn I am sure distributed it to Rachel and Sven....Love Jared.....:JP]
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Date: 3/16/2010 7:48:00 PM
Such a wonderful write Taz and u should be extremely proud of your sons.. as I am of my four.. all talented also.. its amazing to see the next generation be so brilliantly filled with talent of all kinds... u sound like a Proud Papa and so should u be... luved this one.. luv.. "Sweetheart"..thankxx for enjoying my passion poem.. tell Jared I got slammed again.. not matter.. consider the source of the person it bothered.. luv..
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Date: 3/16/2010 7:08:00 PM
Very well written Richard! Sure don't blame you for being proud of yoiur sons. Better get those buttons sewed back on your shirt chest! Congratulations to all of you. _Robert
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Date: 3/16/2010 4:36:00 PM
The pride that you have for your children is evident in this fantastic poem Richard....and it's true that "The Nuts Fall Close to The Tree"! Thank you for taking the time to read mine and leave your kind comments for me...Peace, Audrey
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Date: 3/16/2010 2:23:00 PM
You have great children..We know Jared,and He s one of my poets too,going to my favz..Charma
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Date: 3/16/2010 2:22:00 PM
Ow my Bach,Beethoven,and all the creme de le creme..beautiful poem Mr Pickett..full of music.. Charma
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Date: 3/16/2010 12:10:00 PM
What an awesome poem about fatherfood and family. A lot of pride inyour children shown here. I just loved that closing line. Andrea
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Date: 3/16/2010 9:39:00 AM
Great proud write Richard - I almost felt as though I was there myself listening to the great french horn - Thanks for a fab share - A thoroughly enjoyable read -:)
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