I used to play
the brass horn
in the marching band.
I used to walk
heel-to-toe
looking up at the stand.
Now the horn sits
a decoration
still bright and proud and grand.
Should I try a tune?
A single note?
It fits so naturally in my hand.
-Scott
One should always try.
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Brilliant my friend Scott, kisses
Thanks Ana! I appreciate the kind words. I'm very glad that you enjoyed my little poem. Take care! :-)
Deletei will;)))))
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