I'm heading east on highway number one
Fighting the glare of the hot summers sun
Driving to a place for a weekend of pure bliss
A weekend so many friends would never dare miss
For somewhere up ahead on this old highway
Is a field awaiting for that bluegrass music to be played
And before nightfall, we'll hear those fiddles cry
The guitar strum and the Dobro's sigh
The mandolin's ring will be heard through out the night
And voices raised in harmonies, will never sound so right
The bass will be tuned and the banjo all set
For a weekend of friends and music never to forget
The bands will come and the friends will gather
And nothing but the music this weekend will matter
That field will come alive if only for a few days
But a place in each persons heart, a spot it'll always save
For there's nothing quite as special as a summers night
With music flowing on the breeze until the mornings light.
For before nightfall, we'll hear those fiddles cry
The guitar strum and the Dobro's sigh
The mandolin's ring will be heard through out the night
And voices raised in harmonies, will never sound so right
The bass will be tuned and the banjo all set
For a weekend of friends and music never to forget
And while others watch and listen to all the singing bands
My eyes will be searching for my Bluegrass playing man.
For he like me would never miss a weekend in a field like this
A field where we shared not only the music but also our first kiss
So let the fiddles, guitars and banjo's sound stretch over this fair land
Let it call to my love, and show the way to my Bluegrass playing man.
For before nightfall, I'll hear his banjo cry
His guitar strum and his Dobro's sigh
His mandolin's ring will be heard through out the night
And his voice raised in harmony, will never sound so right
And I'll be so happy for in his embrace I will stand
In the arms of my true love, my bluegrass playing man.
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Written November 29th, 2004
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this is an awesome poem!
Excuse my lack of vocabulary..but it was just simply amazing!
It have this uncanny tune to it, and the rhythym of the words just seemed to fold together like a deck of well-played cards.
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Thanks Malkinpuss for the great comment!!
Woohoooo NOTHING like a bluegrass playing man
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Cool write. I love bluegrass too so this poem had a personal enchantment as well. Who could NOT adore a bluegrass playin man!!! I could hear the music playing as I read!!!
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awsome! amazing! sweet, deep peacful and lovely!
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Ohhhhh get him playing again!! There's nothing sadder than a musician giving up their craft, it's a shame to let such a talent go to waste.
Its winter here and the festivals have come to an end and I too am longing for some more of the lonesome sound, won't be long!!
Thanks for the applause and the comment, greatly appreciate it
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i grew up listening to bluegrass, because my grandfather is a bluegrass playing man, and my dad can play the banjo like nobody's business (he never does that anymore, and i get the feeling that if he did he'd be a lot happier). makes me long to hear a little bit of that high lonesome sound myself. good job.
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Thanks such much Ivy for applause and comment! And you're welcome, both are fantastic poems
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WOW!!! What a fantastic poem. I love anything to do with the blues. Made this poem have such a special and personal feel. I liked the rhyme scheme the form of poetry that you chose to write this in. A wonderful poem to read and to savor. Thanks for all your generous comments on my poems, "Bronze Kissed Sky" and "Love Of A Different kind." I truly appreciate your feedback and of course the encouragement.
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