BRUCE MARTONE


Rocking With My Guitar - Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

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I'M JUST SITING HERE STRUMMING
WITH MY GUITAR IN HAND
FEELING SO RELAX
WITH EVERY CHORD I TOUCH MAN
AND ROCKING AWAY
FROM WHAT THE GREAT ONES WROTE
BY FOLLOWING EACH MUSIC NOTE
AND PICTURING ME IN THERE BAND
ASK TO DO A SOLO ON MY GUITAR
AND FEELING LIKE A BRIEF SUPER STAR
IF FRONT OF THE CROWD
CHEERING AND JEERING FOR ME
WHEN I JUMP IN THE AIR
WITH MY GUITAR IN HAND
READY TO DO ANOTHER CLASSIC SONG
AND STILL THERE SCREAMING
CLAPPING ALONG
UNTIL I COME BACK TO EARTH
PUTTING MY GUITAR GENTLY IN IT'S STAND
NEXT TO MY READING LIGHT
AND QUIETLY CALL IT A RIGHT


Comments about Rocking With My Guitar by BRUCE MARTONE

  • Rookie Daryl Young (4/15/2009 1:26:00 AM)

    I love that feeling when I'm playing my guitar. Its my first wife, and was at times my whole life. Can't live with out it. Good job man. Please feel free to read and comment on my works too, thank you

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 15, 2009



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