Tennessee Music
When I'm home, breezin' in the weathered, creaking porch
swing
or drifting in the old rocker Granny had seemed most content
in
Tunes in my mind that snuggled in my heart often took wing
From deep within, the music flowed as if I had Daddy's
spirit way back when.
Tennesseean's love music, from Rocky Top to the Mississippi
River valley
No different if you were a local or not when the band
warmed up
Within earshot, chimed right in there, all together we did
rally
Heartwarming unity; squeaky, squawky, bass or tenor___
half-full was our cup.
Bountiful, beautiful, Tennessee___ blessed we were to dwell
with music in our hearts
To be childlike, open-minded and free, to listen in the
quiet, and float on each note
That told a tale, cited history, or just plain revealed the beauty of these here parts
Smoky Mountains filled with wonder, fireplaces a blazing,
might grab a coat.
So much to see and do here, and Tennessee music is in the
air, catch it if you can
It'll take off with your heart, send you on a treasure hunt
of times past
Or startle you back to the present, with stirring renditions
from an artist's hand
Before the wanderer knows it, is settling down, Tennessee
music charms___ home at last.
Square dance tunes in the barn, jazz from the river way down
yonder off a boat.
Gina Ann Day ©
2010 (In memory of my Daddy, Lester Ray
Hensley, who loved to sing, though he often said he could not. His voice rose above the rest of the tame
congregation in Church, and I looked up to him when he spent time with Mrs.
Jewell Spencer and others as they practiced songs to sing at funerals. As it were, his voice wasn't anything grand,
but his spirit flew like an eagle.)
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