Six String

Here am I, feet buried to the ankles in the sand

Caliced fingertips stinging

Playing off the beat of the tide

A rhythm fit for a slow dance on the beach

I shift from chord to chord, loving every second

I strum and pluck and pick to the sway of life

I stare at the tree beside me and thank it

For the beauty that is my

Six string

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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