Street Trumpeter Poem by Lamar Cole

Street Trumpeter



Sonny was a street trumpeter.
He played his notes so loud and clear.
Beautiful melodies touching the skies.
Shiny trumpet pleasing to the eyes.
Folks could listen to him play all day.
Happy faces filling the walkway.

Sunday, June 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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