The Land Of Flowing Water

when Clapton plays
I don’t sleep
I don’t want to miss a minute
of his effortless playing

even when he sings about bad love
he makes it sound wonderful

I lean back in my recliner
listening and singing
watching the music move the water
with no effort

the vibrations of the guitar strings
the beat of the drums
all cause ripples in the water
and soon they will be in time

we are now at the entryway
to The Land Of Flowing Water
we have arrived at the river
that will carry us home

~The Tennessee Poet~
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