One of my interests is music and I play an acoustic guitar.
I wrote a poem about my guitar and thought I'd share it with you. My poem doesn't match up to some of Compound Complex's work however, I'd really appreciate any feedback you can give.
My Guitar My friend
Reaching for my old companion
Alone in the corner on its stand
Sunlight mirrored off the scratch plate
It’s a great accompaniment for any band
Fingers fret the strings with ease
Bringing life to the melody in my head
Music drifting through the air
On its journey with nothing unsaid
Folk, Rock, Rhythm and Blues
Matters not which genre I play
Picking softly or strumming aloud
The response is immediate, no delay
Crafted from the finest timber
Could it be a thoroughbred?
It’s good to call this wooden marvel
My guitar, My friend