The Guitar Man
By Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley
Sat on the roof of the old quarry shack,
The stars were as clear as can be,
An acoustic guitar was strapped to his back,
And a trembling was stirring in me,
Slowly he started, a slow rythmic thread,
A tingling, all down my spine,
Guitar man, once performed by Bread,
Was erupting from this man of mine,
A more beautiful moment I cannot recal,
The tones, like a drug, soaking in,
I e to my left, he's so handsome, so tall,
Feel euphoria slowly creeping,
By the end of the song, The stars up above,
Were shooting all over the sky,
That was the moment that I fell in love,
A most incredible, drug free high.
In celebration of International Guitar Month, here is a poem that was posted on poetrysoup.com called "The Guitar Man" by Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley. You can literally feel the emotion and excitement this poem portrays as the poet connects us to this stringed instrument.
International Guitar Month is sponsored by the Guitar & Accessories Marketing Association (GAMA) and the National Association of Music Merchants (NAMM). Since 1987 it continues to be celebrated during the month of April.
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