Great song

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wood and steel melody - a poem to my guitar

You rest easily upon my lap

to the side lies your loosley hung strap

You have a subtle grace about you

As if you've always been in tune

With something more than just strings

But of more complex things

You came from a tree long ago

Hand picked ,and crafted just so

To be a gift that sparked a passion

Who's joy it gave would never go out of fashion

Countless hours of playing you've seen

From this great knowledge of music I have gleaned

You may not be the nicest ,and your definitly not the worst

But one thing is for sure I know you will always work

Many more years we will be a team

Playing for others to show them the true meaning

Of music ,and its gift it brings

To enlighten peoples minds ,and to capture their hearts

To trigger the spark of passion that you impart

Goodbye For Now - dedicated to my school

You have ended for the year. what shall I do ?

 You still feel oh so brand new.

Traces of you like an early mornings dew.

I try to forget you but I simply can't .

You changed me in ways I never knew could be true.

Some parts were good others bad.

But that just enriched the experience we all had.

We learned from others mistakes ,and a few of our own.

I hated school but now I treat it as a second home.

It holds vast knowledge ,and friends too.

Great times like water melon tuesday with my good friend Drew.

So we all will miss you until early August blooms.

When we can travel to Windy Gap ,and start anew.

You have helped me grow ,and for this I give thanks.

Go on take a load off you deserve a good 3 month break.

The Thrill of The Sea - a poem of surfing ,and the ocean

You rise with the sun, and sit in the sand

Your board under your arm, and leash in hand

As you rush to the water with its icy morning chill

You paddle on out to reach Mother Nature’s thrill

Here comes a wall of water crashing on down

You ready for battle as the surge tumbles down

You paddle your heart without ceasing

With your boards speed slowly increasing

You rise into the open space with greatest of ease

Completing a tradition that is as old as the seven seas

Harnessing the wave to work toward your favor

As the ride starts to end your strength starts to waver

But you turn around and paddle with all your might

To reach the place where calmness abides

This dance of water and balance is a picture of grace

As you catch a glimpse of a more holy and majestic place

Of days long ago where our hearts desires were filled

Where the hustle of today stood at a stand still

We try to grasp those days of old

But the only way we grasp them is through stories untold

Where did we go wrong?

What did we do right? To cast away the beauty and the oceans might

We sit and try to grasp the old ones memory that has grown ever so small

By those that were there who answered nature’s melodic call

So I ride my board all the day long

 To get in tune with Mother Nature’s sweet song

The rush of the waves, the thrill of the sea

Feels like a fire rising up through me

I grasp that fire, and fan the flames

Of the love affair between man and sea