John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
1,776,584 poems read
COUNTRY MUSIC
COUNTRY MUSIC, RUNS THROUGH MY BLOOD, WHEN I HERE THE OLD SONGS, IN MY HEART THEY STICK:
MY MEMORY GOES WAY BACK TO WINONA, MINNESOTA, WATCHING MY DAD, LISTENING TO HIS COUNTRY MUSIC RECORDS, SO QYICK:
DAD WOULD BLAST HIS COUNTRY RECORDS, ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON, AS LOUD AS HE COULD, EACH AND EVERY SONG:
WHEN I HERE, AN OLD COUNTRY SONG, IN MY HEART THEY STICK, AND HAPPINESS WITHIN ME BELONGS:
DAD, LOVED HIS COUNTRY MUSIC RECORDS, COLLECTION:
EVERY RECORD, HE KEPT THEM IMMACULATE, AND LINT FREE, EVERY RECORD WAS HIS PRIZE SECOND TO NONE:
NOW, MANY YEARS LATTER, WHEN MY DAD HAS LONG PASSED:
COUNTRY MUSIC, RUNS THROUGH MY BLOOD, WHEN I HERE THE OLD SONGS, IN MY HEART THEY STICK, AND THE LOVE AND MEMORY, OF HENRY, MY DEAR OLD DAD, WILL FOREVER , GO ON AND LAST:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS:
06--JUNE--2015:
MY MEMORY GOES WAY BACK TO WINONA, MINNESOTA, WATCHING MY DAD, LISTENING TO HIS COUNTRY MUSIC RECORDS, SO QYICK:
DAD WOULD BLAST HIS COUNTRY RECORDS, ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON, AS LOUD AS HE COULD, EACH AND EVERY SONG:
WHEN I HERE, AN OLD COUNTRY SONG, IN MY HEART THEY STICK, AND HAPPINESS WITHIN ME BELONGS:
DAD, LOVED HIS COUNTRY MUSIC RECORDS, COLLECTION:
EVERY RECORD, HE KEPT THEM IMMACULATE, AND LINT FREE, EVERY RECORD WAS HIS PRIZE SECOND TO NONE:
NOW, MANY YEARS LATTER, WHEN MY DAD HAS LONG PASSED:
COUNTRY MUSIC, RUNS THROUGH MY BLOOD, WHEN I HERE THE OLD SONGS, IN MY HEART THEY STICK, AND THE LOVE AND MEMORY, OF HENRY, MY DEAR OLD DAD, WILL FOREVER , GO ON AND LAST:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS:
06--JUNE--2015:
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
COUNTRY MUSIC
COUNTRY MUSIC