My Six Strings Poem by Dawn Greer
My Six Strings
My six strings talk to me with every pluck and strum,
and I reply back with every movement of my thumb.
My guitar understands me, with every note that I
have sung.
Because my six strings have told me so,
with every pluck and strum.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was sitting on the front porch one evening with my guitar.
and the thought just came to me.
and the thought just came to me.
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