MY GUITAR SITS IN THE STAND <br /> WAITING TO BE IN MY HAND <br /> MY GUITAR SPEAKS SOFTLY <br /> WHEN I STRUM THE NOTES <br /> TO WHAT THE GREAT ONES WROTE <br /> MY GUITAR HELP ME SING <br /> BEAUTIFUL WORDS WITH EVERY CHORD <br /> AND EVERY STRING THAT I TOUCH <br /> THAT WHY MY GUITAR MEAN SO MUCH<br /><br />BRUCE MARTONE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-guitar-5/
