Shall I call you ‘Luthier’ or shall I call you ‘George’?.. heard you made cowboy guitar from spurs in a forge..
Can you make with your art true an instrument for me?.. free with bits of stardust.. I will play it faithfully!..
Make it of good wood you know.. play it anywhere.. want full frets.. good neck.. have some blues and jazz to share..
Some say there are those who wait with plans of war in store.. making puppets believe fairy tales on foreign shores..
I have no school instruction but destruction shows.. greedy faces sacrifice as in a Roman Show..
Simple songs are known by children.. puppies wag their tails.. but when it comes to simple peace.. why do our leaders fail?
I will take all fights and lonely nights sing songs of free.. Mr. Luthier George make a guitar for me..
No more lonely widows.. or romance of war.. no war is credentialed.. beyond bloody greed and gore..
Sun is rising will you make such an ax for me.. I will play for peace.. freedom.. with love all time I be..
Thought for this day.. ‘Writing poetry is something I never thought I would do.. as I find the wonder of this expression I find it hard to sound ‘cool’.. laughing at myself.. I say.. oh yeah.. the coolest.. Then the true nature of a happy life and freedom from ‘another good plan’ comes to me’.. Peace Tony