Playing the Guitar
by Rebekah Rosie Lang
Friday, June 07, 2013
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I wrote this poem about my Mom and her taking guitar lessons! She is working really hard at it! I have changed the name of Mom's instructor to 'Bill".
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Come on over, sit right here;
Come and play your magic here.
Worlds come and go, to the tune,
Fingers find it to be home and dear.
Practice playing, yes I see,
Persistance makes a beautiful sound!
Come and see me, Bill dear,
you will not believe your ears!!!!!!
3am CST, June 5th, 2013. All rights reserved.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/8/2013 |
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Good on your mom for wanting to learn. Music is beautiful. Thank you for sharing, Rebehah. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
6/8/2013 |
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It is much harder to learn music at a later age. I have forgotten much what I learned as a youth.
Ron. |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
6/8/2013 |
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enjoyed this about your mother
budd |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
6/7/2013 |
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You are so right, dear, it does take practice...but its all worth it in the end.
Cheers,
Dan |
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