singing poems

Belting It Out | Mary Bone

Belting it out from the byway.
I was fresh from the highway.
I was winding down
from a great sound.
Music was all around.
I was so glad I came to town.
The lady sings the blues.
People were tapping suede shoes-
to an incredible beat.

Frogs Glee Club | Christine Emmert

It is Springtime
when the sparkle of sun
lights up
the stage
where the frogs
commence glorious practice.
I stand unknown to their singing.
I would sing myself. But they are baritones!
My soprano is mute.
Deep and in tune with the day
they cannot be out of tune
while Mother Nature smiles approvingly.

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