MY ACOUSTIC

I swing the strap across my chest,

Position the guitar across my lap

Adjust the tuning pegs

Pausing at the tune that tickles my day’s fancy

A gentle slow tune for the evening

I shut my eyes and take it in

Bit by bit exuding a gracious symphony

A harmony that I can create and experience

A peace from the slight screech in switching the notes

Then I swing on a cowboy hat

Strike along a country tune

Maybe some Kenny Rogers or John Denver

But often creating my original piece

As the sun sets in the orange horizon beyond the ranch

I then warm up to a louder nature

Clasp the guitar pick between my lips

Playing with more gusto

Drumming at the guitar’s sound piece

An aggressive tune with great vigour

Then I slow down and play my first piece

The gallant one that unites my present will

No fiddler, no clarinet, no oboe yet

For I have sought and found serenity

All within my acoustic.

(Kenakimz)