THAT GENE WATSON SONGby Dale Hudgins Copyright 2000-2003All rights reserved.No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without written consent of the author.
He was telling me of his adventurous days,As some men do,Lived life then, with only pleasure in mind,Was spinning his songs, of the music,He loved,And telling tales, bragging that way,But one tale, stopped him, cold,Her name was Helen,He played me her song,A Gene Watson tune,
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Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on May 7, 2003
would he, if he could have gone back in time, done it different? I wonder. Poor guy, now he just has his memories and his what may have beens....
Great write this.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Great write this.