Jerry T Curtis Poet Rhyme

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The Strings That Bind

Let The Music Play On

When I am melancholy 
And feeling, all alone
I place my violin 
On my shoulder, like a phone
Then start a conversation
In melodic overtones
and every string that speaks to me
Brings me closer back to home

I can smell the coffee brewing
There're hotcakes on the griddle
And Gram-pa in the corner 
Strumming lightly on His fiddle
And now that fiddle's mine
He passed it on to me
So I could find my way back home
Wherever I may be

One day I’ll have a child
May be, a He or She
I hope they'll learn its language
And treat it patiently
And take it safely with them
Wherever they may roam
‘Cause all they have to do is play
To find there way back home

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Brenda Meier-Hans December 22, 2014 at 5:50 AM Wonderfully written Jerry. I hope this is for the contest. Thanks for stopping by my poem. P.S. I gave my Sergeant a name. I hope you like it. Sergeant Bennett.

Cherl Dunn December 20, 2014 at 7:35 PM A truely awesome write it's so refreshing to read such a happy poem about the holidays thank you my that, thank you for your comment it's nice to be compare to such a bard as Mr. S, Take care and have a great night, cheri

Jan Allison December 20, 2014 at 7:00 PM there is a warming feel good factor to this poem Jerry - memories of the past yet hope for the future :-) Hugs Jan xxx

Julia Taylor December 20, 2014 at 1:33 PM I never could master the violin (went for woodwind instead!) but I enjoyed your poem

Dorian Petersen Potter December 20, 2014 at 9:00 AM Very beautiful pen Jerry! Truly enjoyed your verses, dear friend. A 7 for you! Wish you a very Merry Christmas and your family! :) love and hugs! Xxx D.