Monday, April 25, 2011

Sonnet on Why I Like Folk Music

Ring body's bell with Two Grenadiers.
Ring Brazil's bells with viola and bow.
Dig genetic roots.  Bring forth fiddle tears.
Reveal notes--ancestor's proclivities.
Suggest a new tune around the session.
Speak childish language play divine hymn.
Release dopamine for good infection.
Treated as a baby, play, infect, grin.
Wasted hundreds on lessons.  Work pays more.
Dancing, twirling, posing, my daughter smiles.
Inspired work never feels like working.
Swimming in sound waves--dancers tread miles.
Ring, dig, show, speak, release, smile, work, dance.
Reveal heaven's creation through music's glance.

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