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Subject: The Man With the Guitar

Author:
Janel (for andy)

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Date Posted: 16:35:15 01/17/08 Thu

The man with the guitar

I saw him from afar
as he walked through the trees,
carrying his guitar,
heading towards me.

He waved in my direction,
prompting me to follow,
and without hesitation
I followed him to the meadow.

He turned to look at me,
seeing the depths of my heart,
and smiled tenderly,
making my tears depart.

He sat upon a boulder,
strumming chords on his guitar,
with the strap around his shoulder,
he sang softly beneath the stars.

I listened to him intently
as I approached my dear friend,
I didn't know the melody
but I enjoyed its soothing blend.

I kneeled near his feet
and folded my hands upon my knees,
rocking to the rhythmic beat,
enjoying its sweet harmony.

He shone a light upon my soul
and touched me deep with his kindness,
my heart he did console
with friendship's warmth and tenderness.

I care about him deeply
and I just hope that he knows
how much he truly means to me
and how he makes my smile grow.

I listen to him play
beneath the evening stars,
within my heart he'll always stay,
for he's the man with the guitar.

© jah
12-18-07

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