I would like to be a drummer so I can beat like my heart <br />and I would like to play the violin so my heart will have strings <br />and it won't fall apart. If I could play like an Angel, like she plays <br />the harp but my fingers are to fat and I'll being playing in D Sharp! <br />Ebony and ivory I would like to keep in touch because the keys <br />belonged to the Grand Piano that my Mother loved so much. <br />The piccolo that came with a sweet mellow tune must have been <br />scared stiff when Daddy played the bassoon. <br />When my sister joined the band she learned to play the cymbals <br />but my brother joined a skiffle group and played the washboard <br />and thimbles. <br />My Grandfather blew the trumpet and he sounded the call, at one <br />of the famous battles as he watched his comrades fall. <br />One of my ancestors was related to Captain Morgan but he <br />was a true Christian who played the church organ. <br />I tried to play the recorder and I strung along on guitar but <br />my tutor said I would not get very far. <br />I think the music stopped when I was forced to play, so I turned <br />and said I'll write you poetry any day. I love the sound of music <br />and to play is a gift but I am gifted with the pen and that caused <br />a family rift.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-family-rift/
