A Real Star Poem by Juan Olivarez

I was strumming my six string,
Out in the back.
Trying hard to sing,
And just producing a hack.

When from up on my live oak,
A mockingbird perched.
And from out of his throat,
Came for what I had searched.

He started to sing,
In highs and in lows.
In sharps and in flats,
He just went with the flow.

So I took my guitar,
And I put her away.
And listened to a real star,
All the rest of the day.

11/15/10 Alton Texas