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The Band
by Weslynn McCallister
Saturday, February 16, 2002

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The rhythmic beat of the drums
in the old cafe' near water's edge,
beckons on a late winter's eve.

As a brisk northeast wind kisses
cheeks of cherry red, the tantalizing
wail of a saxophone calls.

The boogie woogie beat of piano keys
sets our heels flying, inviting us
to the old cafe' near water's edge.

Sheltered from winter's icy breath, bodies
sway in rhythmic beats, heels tap
on a glistening wooden dance floor
in an old cafe' near water's edge.

Weslynn McCallister, Author

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Reviewed by Leann Marshall	3/8/2008

This is lovely--I can feel the wind and see lights on the water while the saxophone lulls...Thanks for sharing this, Weslynn.




Reviewed by Lori Moore	5/26/2002

Beautiful images.




Reviewed by Janet Caldwell (author)	2/16/2002

I knew a place like this at one time. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Simply wonderful! Janet

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