I do this blog because I Love Music. I grew up with music all different kinds Rock and Roll, Christian in a little Baptist Church, Love Pop, Bluegrass, Country, Classical Rock, Hard Rock, Jazz, AND Blues. We was raised to love music through different aspects of our life. Sometimes it was visiting with my mothers sisters and my Uncle Dallas and cousin Roger, we would have a back yard cookout and they would pull out their guitars and we all would sing.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Thank You Author
The little old lady stood at the kitchen sink
looking out the window,
but she couldn't think of any other
for some reason her son Author
was on her mind today!
He was her middle boy
and he was no toy.
All through the years her tried to shine
I know at times he felt left behind
Author was the one in the family
who had the mild temper.
He never was bad even when he was sad.
I always felt gladness in my heart
when he was near.
Even though at times he thought he could walk on water.
This is our way of talking and it really was an open well
with a board laid across it for walking to the other side.
or bide your time and he would grow up
instead of going to school he skipped to go horse back riding.
Author and only him could do this and get away with it.
Dear you do not know how much we all have loved you
The music you played on that old guitar
what a ringing it touched all of our souls
How bold you are
Thank God for sharing your life
with all of us
If not for your our lives would not could not be the same.
Thank You Author from your Mother!
looking out the window,
but she couldn't think of any other
for some reason her son Author
was on her mind today!
and he was no toy.
All through the years her tried to shine
I know at times he felt left behind
Author was the one in the family
who had the mild temper.
He never was bad even when he was sad.
I always felt gladness in my heart
when he was near.
Even though at times he thought he could walk on water.
This is our way of talking and it really was an open well
with a board laid across it for walking to the other side.
or bide your time and he would grow up
instead of going to school he skipped to go horse back riding.
Author and only him could do this and get away with it.
Dear you do not know how much we all have loved you
The music you played on that old guitar
what a ringing it touched all of our souls
How bold you are
Thank God for sharing your life
with all of us
If not for your our lives would not could not be the same.
Thank You Author from your Mother!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
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