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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What beautiful imagery!
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Thanks Leigha! 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Thanks Chuck!
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Walt!! Have a great day!
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Beautiful photo and beautiful poem.
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Thank you!
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