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He sang of nature wild and free
and rode the waves upon the sea.

Found wonder in a bird in flight
and stargazed during the dark of night.

Somewhere above the muse still sings,
lifted high on celestial wings.

His soul flies over the eagle's nest,
as mortal remains are put to rest.

Riding the wind and sky above,
he sings his songs of home and love.

Country roads and apple pie;
he's left the earth to soar the sky.

Released from every earthly care,
I know he's found his mountains there.

The songwriter's gone but the music lives on.

July 5, 2015

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 11/12/2015 10:00:00 AM
This is simply lovely, Jan! I love this. Beautiful evocative. 7 hugs!
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Date: 11/12/2015 10:48:00 AM
Thank you, Kim. The wonderful thing about songwriters, poets and other artists is that we can remember them by their work. hugs. Janece
Date: 10/16/2015 8:45:00 AM
Hey Janece, stopped by for a visit. What a beautiful tribute to the songwriter. This lovely poem so filled with admiration and respect; giving immortality through the words, and wonderful imagery too! Be Blessed, Neva
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