Hands and Feet--be my most useable features
Large hands perfectly covering the octaves
Fingers nimble large and long tickling the keys
These feet tapping to the beat they're keeping time
Parts you cannot see, my lungs and vocal cords
Voice seems made for yodeling and calling cows
Songs I play and sing echo among the hills
Mountain top to mountain top down to valleys
Valleys below, crowds and the lone sheep herders
I play my accordion au natural
plainly and precise--Nature can understand
I love Nature and her ways, she loves me too
Small fellow, Red Fox with white face, stays with me
But Sundays I'm at church to play the organ
Oh, I play for weddings too. Could it be yours?
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked to Shay, a.k.a. Fireblossom, for the picture with The Sunday Muse #173, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-173.html?m=1
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I love this, JIM! Took one look at his massive digits covering those keys and knew this was not going to turn out well. Love the yodeling and calling cows line ... that he can do!
ReplyDeletePlay on.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Jim!
ReplyDeleteDelightful, Jim, from yodeling the cows home to entertaning the lone sheep herders.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Jim… 🙂
ReplyDeletelol ... I love this. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the self-portrait aspect and the joy in this!
ReplyDeleteA musical man, a nutural; be he among the cows, the mountains or the church benches. Bravo
ReplyDeleteGood Sunday Jim
Much❤love
I like the whimsical mood of the poem and how you focused on his best aspects of hands and feet as well as his innards. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteWell done Jim.. Your poem painted a picture of the prompt in my mind... :)
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