by hillbilly 11 Replies latest jw friends
Sorry I got to get this out...
Late nights I hear her calling
the house quiet , her voice is clear
the memories uninvited
linger, sweet and dear
Deep in the Cottonwoods
late shadows creeping down
the porch was wide and inviting
I still see her now
Our days were filled together
and the nights were all to short
We longed to melt together
and hold each other near
I hear her calling
her voice is soft and clear
the time we had together
way to short and all too dear
So, the boy's a poet, eh?
Nice poem, Hillbilly.
Hugs,
Robyn
((Dear Mr. hillbilly))
I'm truly saddened that life and circumstance have taken this disappointing turn.
From an old friend,
Craig
Craig-- (i sense your worried)... just a little country song writing exercise... Life, my best pal, is good... if we let it be that way!
I guess I'm like them locusts... stuff comes out in cycles for me.
-Hill
"Country music" is sort of an indefinite description.... so todays "country" is Albania!
YEA Hillbilly
The dammned thing needs a "hook" for a chorus! Thats always the hard part for me.. a good, Non-stupid, sounding hook.
I hear strings in this arrangement too....and a little steel riff somplace...chords! i need chords!
Craig-
the great songwriter David Allen Coe points out that any good country song needs : trains, rain, prison and momma.- at a minimum Oh yea, and trucks....from memory something like this-
" i got the drunk
the day my momma
got out of prison
and i went to pick her up in the rain
before I made to the station in the
pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned ole train"
So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
cause I never minded standin
in the rain
you dont have to call me darlin
darlin
and i never minded standin
in the rain...
This thing would work with that Garth Brooks tune "thunder rolls"... maybe I need to tweak the meter some?
VERY NICE !!!!
