Country Girl

Toes just can’t stay still
Fingers tapping, head’s a bobbin’
Blue grass music for a country girl

Grandma’s buttermilk biscuits
filled with love and honey
good times stored as sweet
memories to be recalled
on a summer day

This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Country Girl

  1. Brenda says:

    I love bluegrass, it’s so joyful and danceable.

    Like

  2. C.J. Black says:

    My kind of music – my kind of words – cheers.
    Chris.

    Like

  3. dykewriter says:

    Reblogged this on dyke writer and commented:
    it kinda appalled me that bluegrass had to wait decades to get a grammy category

    but rap got one within a few years

    I guess recognition comes with cash flow

    still. rap is the poetry of anger.. justifiably so the generational wave response to punk which arose from rockabilly

    perhaps it’s the degee of distinction

    after all, to an outside audience

    country and western, hillbilly, bluegrass all the regional subflavours within the larger genre are not sufficiently different

    much the way jazz and it’s sub genres are mystical to me

    but at least the blues adds that last ingredient .. that rockabilly fusion infused with gospel

    birthing rock n roll

    well. It’s Elvis Week Pat. you gotta expect this from me LOL

    Like

Leave a Reply to C.J. Black Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s