.Beth Webster Poems
- Song For The Creator The way the sunlight shines through the ...
- About A Peach A little bit of sun in June turned into a ...
- I'M Not A Luthier I know nothing of stringed instruments. ...
- Light As A Feather A squirrel climbed my peach tree to steal ...
Beth Webster's poetry and art have been published in periodicals, anthologies, and textbooks. She writes ghost stories and loves to play guitar. more »
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I'M Not A Luthier
I know nothing of stringed instruments.
I just like to fix guitars, ones that are missing parts,
ones that have been left in cold places.
I don't find them. They find me,
and I'll take in any one that isn't stolen,
fix it up, and find it a new home.
The work takes patience, a gentle touch.
It's not six strings on a metal box.
The news of the world and people who are mean
wear me down each day. This instrument,
(like that little white cat over there,)
reminds me how I have to behave, always.
Sometimes when I am working on a guitar