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The Guitar Music Maker


Crisp stringed cords on the old guitar, their plucking, stroking with such ease,

That guitar man is a one man band, his music making, all the time is to please.

Just sitting on the porch or in his studio, at night, takes life easy, you can see,

Playing a guitar song, the century long, He's been living all his life so very free.


Born in the South, master of the wild, swamp wise, in how to live off of the land,

Alligators watch from a distance, it's true, know to give a little room for this man.

Knows to survive, eats frogs and snakes, catching racoons, possums and such,

A little moonshine makes a cold night short, his way of life, not to cost very much.


Down in the Okefenokee Swamp, when the moon is full, and sits just right,

You can hear the sound of a sweet guitar, as it plays the Blues in the night.

The guitar man met his maker, his soulful spirit still lives among the pines,

Each refrain of Blues played there, carries on where the moon light shines.


Those guitar blues cords still heard there, on those bright moon lit nights,

Down on the swamp, amidst Spanish moss, and those aged cypress trees.

That old Blues guitar's spell, always sets the evening's mood so very well,

As its sounds are carried far and wide, there in the fresh air, by the breeze.



whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 21, 2016:

They say some music was sent into space for any available aliens to hear. This could well be a reality in the future. Blessings on this cool Fall evening. whonu

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on November 21, 2016:

There's nothing like sitting around a campfire while someone plays the guitar. Wouldn't it be wonderful for the melody to carry through the breeze long after the music makers leave this earth?

whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 19, 2016:

I tinker with the guitar but have never mastered the cords as of yet. I keep trying. Thanks for stopping by. Blessings. whonu

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 19, 2016:

I've always wanted to play the guitar. "The sound of the sweet guitar" on a moonlight night, while the fresh breeze blows! I'm totally with it.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 19, 2016:

Thank you my friend Bill and blessings to you and your family. whonu

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 19, 2016:

As always, lovely work. I wish I had learned the guitar way back when. I would have loved to play in a rock-n-roll band. :) Sigh!

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