'When My Guitar Sings' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

What a wonderful sound when my guitar sings,
the vibe can be felt for miles.
The joy and the hope as professed from it's strings,
means everyone will leave wearing smiles.

Throughout many years it has collected it's dust,
and some even thought it was dead.
I added new strings, and cleared out some rust,
it's now therapy for my head.

Sometimes it is hard to read music from sheets,
but I have been known to try.
I learned the most from just hearing the beats,
concentration while closing mine eye.

Not rockstar material, more of a campground king,
takes just a few strums to make everything sing!