Patty Gurdy

It is life near the bone where it is sweetest. - Thoreau

with a deep longing, patty put down her cup of tea

taking time to dance exultantly 'pon bended knee

with her long, auburn hair, oh so perty

turning the crank of her hurdy-gurdy

all 'fore the tender, dutiful age of thirty-three

Author's Note

"To him no vain regrets belong whose soul, that finer instrument, gave to the world no poor lament, But wood-notes ever sweet and strong. O lonely friend! He still will be a potent presence, though unseen, Steadfast, sagacious, and serene; Seek not for him -- he is with thee." - Louisa May Alcott in her tribute to Henry David Thoreau

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I loved that instrument, never seen it before, but it's incredibly melodious....and your wordage is perfect!!!
I've learned something new and that alone is what makes this poem a winner.....
Warmly, B

[Pete]

such a cool but overlooked instrument. there are so many ways to makes music! as always, thanks for sharing b. and keep listening to music ... :)

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome Pete!
Warmly, B

[Ken Simm.]

This is perfect and the reader becomes almost a listener as well.

[Pete]

i do love music and writing what is inside. thank you ken ... :)

[Dave Brown]

I hope your wee one was also able to enjoy the tunes
perhaps that cup of tea if ignored, was in jeopardy

[Pete]

well i do love music even over high tea ... :)