|
|
| |
And It Is! Right, Donall?
|
|
|
| |
River boat jazz became
Swing music, and swing
Was bottled into
Crooners...
Bing
And Frank - Old Blue Eyes!
Big Bands
Morphed into
Rock 'N Roll...
The Killer, Elvis, Fats,
The Thriller himself, and
Disco moved in,
Shoving all the rest aside,
And Country sang of
Mother, Trucks and Beer!
And in the end,
The only winner
Was time....
For time moves on,
Each generation calls music
Its own...
And it is!
Scarlett Treat
December 10,2007
Scarlett Treat
|
|
User Rating: |
|
4.6
/10
(5 votes) |
|
|
|
|
| |
| Comments about this poem (And It Is! Right, Donall? by Scarlett Treat) |
more comments >>
|
Click here to write your comments about this poem (And It Is! Right, Donall? by Scarlett Treat)
Francesca Johnson (1/5/2008 4:08:00 PM)
I have to agree with Donall. Music is music and I take those pieces I love, regardless of what era they're from, and cherish them. And like Jim says, your words are music in themselves. Keep on writing your music, Scarlett.
Love, Fran xxx |
Not a member No 4 (12/14/2007 4:39:00 PM)
Deceptive Dear Scarlett.. It looks so simple but it absolutely sings to me....lovely music in the very words of this.... You're a deevil with words.. xxx |
Read all 6 comments >>
|
|
|
|
E-mail this poem to e friend