Oh, guitar of mine, how beautiful art thou,
Cherry red with black and white
Rosewood frets, silver strings.
Such a beautiful sight,
Rivaled only by the sweet sweet sound
you produce when plugged in.
Never could I have ever expected to get you for Christmas in 2014
And when I did, oh how I was so excited.
The sheer joy
And excitement
Was like nothing in the world
From that day on
Through all the broken strings
And all the frustration of learning songs
Or recordings not sounding just right
And the published covers
We've been through a lot
And I look forward to everything ahead.
From new covers,
Parodies,
And hopefully even a band,
This guitar of mine,
it shall follow me on all my musical adventures,
From now until whenever.
YOU ARE READING
Ode To My Guitar
PoetryMy English teacher assigned a thirty line ode to an object we really love. I chose to write about my guitar.
