The Guitar

                                                    I walk through the house

                                                    I hear it oh so clear

                                                    A young boy and his guitar

                                                    Making their presence near

                                                 

                                                   "The Wildwood Flower"

                                                   Became his very first

                                                   His fingers strummed it so

                                                   I remember every verse

                                                   Then came "The Dance"

                                                   He put Garth Brooks to shame

                                                   Oh how he did play

                                                   And how far he came

                                                   A young man he grew

                                                   His passion was still there

                                                   What a beautiful friendship

                                                   He and the guitar did share

                                                   Bruce Springsteen was his idol

                                                   Every song he knew

                                                   His fingers on that guitar

                                                   Made them sound brand new

                                                   A little bit of Steve Earle

                                                   A whole lot of "Guitar Town"

                                                   He never missed a chord

                                                   Hardly ever laid it down

                                                   Then came Van Halen's "Jump"

                                                   He picked "Against The Wind"

                                                   Everyday it was different

                                                   A new one he'd begin

                                                   Oh how I loved the gospel

                                                   Thrown in along the way 

                                                   "Why Me Lord"

                                                    I could listen to all day

                                                   My all time favorite

                                                   Can never be replaced

                                                   It brought tears to my eyes

                                                   To Hear "Amazing Grace"

                                                   Today I listen quietly

                                                   The echoes linger on

                                                   The guitar is still waiting

                                                   My son continue on

                                                   Susie Swanson, 2013

I dedicate this to my son.. He started picking when he was around ten years old. The above guitar was the first one he had.. He got it as a gift for Christmas one year and his Dad taught him the chords and he was on his own.. He picked everyday after school and on weekends.. He'd listen to the songs on a little cassette player and start picking. He didn't pay any attention but all the while we listened.. Then when he had one down pat he'd play it for us.. As the years passed by and he grew into a young man he bought a brand new , guitar and kept on picking.. Today he doesn't play much anymore, between his family and job it keeps him mighty busy but the guitar is waiting and so are we.. Love you Chris...