Stylus, Radio And Broomstick Poem by Robert Charles Howard

Stylus, Radio And Broomstick



in memoriam Les Paul

You took us for a glorious ride -
beyond the lofty moon
and back to greet the rising sun.

How did you ever fathom
that a stylus, broomstick and radio
could sweep away our blues
or that you and your Mary
could clone into twenty four?

Wherever you are I hope you meet dad
who cherished your music so.
Your name was on his guitar
and your songs were etched on his soul.

August, 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mimi Brown 29 August 2009

Very nice tribute to a great man and a great sound. Didn't we all learn how to play the guitar from the Les Paul lesson books. I think I wore the pages out of mine. I am sure your Dad would have loved this poem.

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