BRUCE MARTONE


My Guitar - Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

MY GUITAR SITS IN THE STAND
WAITING TO BE IN MY HAND
MY GUITAR SPEAKS SOFTLY
WHEN I STRUM THE NOTES
TO WHAT THE GREAT ONES WROTE
MY GUITAR HELP ME SING
BEAUTIFUL WORDS WITH EVERY CHORD
AND EVERY STRING THAT I TOUCH
THAT WHY MY GUITAR MEAN SO MUCH


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 25, 2009


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