Gabriella Franco Poems
- The Touch Of The Master's Hand ’Twas battered and scarred, ...
- Sometimes Sometimes, I'm a little rude, but just ...
- Freshman Year It was so cool being a freashman That, I must ...
- My History Teacher My ice cold blood [you're not a ...
- Don'T Fall In Love With Me[sho... Don't fall in love ...
- Black Heart, Break Your cold stare Is my heart's bait it's ...
- Remember, I Am When all their backs have been turned When ...
-Born September 8,1991
-Has been seriously writing since about 9 years old
-Published in two books for the poem 'Rescue Me'
-Writes many, many songs
-Lives in a 2 parent home, one deceased father. Stepfather.
-Walks with God but sometimes strays. Loves HIM with ALL of her heart :)
-works at a Starbucks in the Northbay, CA
Sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art
Words can sting like anything. But silence breaks the heart.
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The Touch Of The Master's Hand
’Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folk? ” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?
“A dollar—a dollar—then two, only two—
“Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
“Going for three”—but no—
From the room far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel ...