Sowing Seeds of Bluegrass

Crossin’ the highway
Precautious of cars
Eyes searchin’ for jammers

Hearin’ the home-grown music
Time ripened
Bluegrass instruments

Old generations of musicians sow seed in the minds of the new
Together they jam in parkin’ lots
Tradin’ licks and learnin’ new tunes

Pickin’ my way through the parkin’ lot
Nostrils flare at the scent of freshly brewed coffee

Lookin’ up I see the rustic scenery
Nostalgic barn
Seeing it makes me have a down home welcomin’ feelin’

From inside comes the high lonesome lyrics of bluegrass
Fancy fiddle hoedowns and tearjearkin’s waltzes

Cradlin’ my emerald fiddle
Pluckin’ strings to make sure they’re in tune

Performin’ on stage the captivatin’ audience of the bluegrass barn
Makes me feel proud playin’ the music of Kentucky’s roots

Eyes venturin’ around the room
I see Ralph the barn dog, asleep downstage

Jiggers and cloggers, anxious to dance
Jump up and participate durin’ hoedowns

It gets later
The crowd dwindles down
The barn then closes its eyes

There’s a whole week to dream of next Friday
Visitin’ Rosine and the barn again
 

Ramsey
Ohio Co. Middle School

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