To Spread Its Wings - Blues Poem 17
If music is a celebration
the Blues its hidden nest
As voices rise in jubilation
all souls by delta blessed
Its words reveal a joyous cover
its notes a mojo hymn
Old feelings hatched and beating low
—the Blues to spread its wings
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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