Labels And Light - Poem by Jean Miles
Over the water rolling the waves,
Our ship to the weather, "Oh, you must behave."
We hear that sailors can roll with any ship.
But this is the Silver Caribbean Trip.
Now you've all heard of Grandma in her old porch swing,
Uh' swinging and listening to the Rock 'n' Roll Things.
But this is All Ages we can amuse;
Music of the 50s and 60s for this cruise.
Smooth sailing, performing a dance to the Rock 'n' Roll-
Seeing, feeling, fleeting trips for the soul.
Oh Grandmother and Rock 'n' Roll, we're not so old!
Rock 'n' Roll treasure in Labels: Platinum, Silver, and Gold.
O'er thresholds of life waves of strife-
New Rock 'n' Roll Poetry and Music tonight: Beacons of Light!
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