Wanderin Man - 10 – His Music (poem) by Richard Lee King on AuthorsDen

Wanderin Man - 10 – His Music
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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I’ve been putting the finishing touches on a poetic saga titled “WANDERIN & WONDERIN.” This poem was written on behalf of the main character in that yet to be completed story. It’s strictly fiction.

The Wanderin Man is speaking.... “When I’m out on the road, which has been most of the last 20 years, I like to spend my evenins working on my songs. Most of them have never bin put to music an they’re little more than rhymes about different situations I’ve run into durin my wanderin. Generally they purtty much tell their own story. I’ve always figured iffin they take a lot of explainin, they prob’ly ain’t well written. *WANDERIN MAN* AND HIS MUSIC As I’m headin down the highway straddlin my old hog. I’m a workin on a hillbilly tune later, I’ll jot it down in my log. I’m not much of a singer, but I can carry a tune. I’m not all that sexy lookin an the ladies no longer swoon. But when I put pen to paper I like to think that I excel an those that don’t agree kin all go straight to hell. I ain’t lookin fer no opinions, though my writin express’s mine an if’n it gits my message across that satisfies me jist fine. I write about my journey an the lessons I’ve been taught. The times I got away an the few times I got caught. I write about the people I meet, some good an some real bad, those that I’ve had fun with an those that made me mad. The journey never ends, new lessons every day. Each day a few more verses sayin what it is I got to say. When I finish my day’s doins an my campfires burnin bright, I’ll work more on my tunes, at times, long into the night. When my gitar is in tune an my words fit together jist right if’n it’s jist me an all those ol stars I’ll sing til near daylight. I’m seldom on a stage, I don’t sing fer no recognition, it’ll never make me no money, but that’s never been my ambition. I sing to give voice to my songs, so my message will have a chance to creep into yer heart if’n yer a fixin to get up an dance. Though I ain’t no angel I’m a purtty decent guy I always do the right thing, leastways, I always try. So the message in my tunes mirrors my way a life, they may mention several girl friends, but likely never a wife. One day when I meet my maker, an they draw my final curtain, no one will sing my praises, of that you can be certain. But they jist might sing my songs an someone might be swayed. Jist maybe some good will come, of all these games I’ve played. *Copyright* *© 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.*

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on May 20, 2012

You, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings et. al....I\d like to hear some of your songs. I LOVE Hillbilly music.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on May 19, 2012

Sounds like your perfect book introduction. Patrick

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on May 16, 2012

i've been following all of these good work!

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on May 13, 2012

WooHoo Dick, Great write as we all give our best.

Rose

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Aw shoot! You don't have to go gettin so apologizin for your good work. You just get this thing finished and published, and they'll be singing your songs forever. Mighty fine, I say.

Ron

Reviewed by Donna Chandler

As always - nicely penned. Another delightful peek into the life of our Wanderin Man.

Donna

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on May 12, 2012

As an old guitar strummer and amateur song writer I can definately appreciate this one Dick, nicely done and I am sure you will have many willing to sing your praise if that day should ever arrive.
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