Music needs no tongue to speak,
just a tune to sing, a drum to beat,
a cadence come to rest at heaven’s gate,
though no one cares to enter
when so much joy is on the street.
Helm, while I don't know that I had New Orleans in mind specifically when I wrote it, I can sure see why it reminded you of it. In fact, your comment gives the poem (such as it is) even more meaning for me! Thanks for stopping by. (You too, Judy.)
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Reading this, I'm reminded of New Orleans, but that's just my perspective.
Reading this, I'm reminded of New Orleans, but that's just my perspective.
Helm, while I don't know that I had New Orleans in mind specifically when I wrote it, I can sure see why it reminded you of it. In fact, your comment gives the poem (such as it is) even more meaning for me! Thanks for stopping by. (You too, Judy.)
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