Climbing The Charts
My gal took the pretty tune
I wrote for her one afternoon
That simple song she crooned
Across the crowded room....
All who came and heard her sing
From the prince up to the king
Said her voice had a special ring
Like a skylark upon the wing....
At Sunday church and at county fairs
Where tradesmen hawked their wares
She received their awe and stares
And swept away their daily cares....
That gal sang almost every place
All around, people knew her face
But mostly her voice of splendid grace
Transcending both time and space....
Of her detractors, there were a few
But as her talent grew and grew
Before long the whole town knew
She was far beyond any ingenue....
Her voice spread across the land
As all America became her fan
All because she once sang a simple tune
Written on a summer afternoon....
Oct 3 2008
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