by N. Lee Austin

Created on: October 16, 2009   Last Updated: April 11, 2010

THE LITTLE COUNTRY BAND

Although many listened, many never heard,

The beautiful meaning, he spoke in every word,

Although they loved the music,

They did not understand,

The heart of the singer, in the little country band.

He sang of his daddy, oh how hard he tried,

To fight the hell of musketel, all the tears he cried,

He sang of his mama, and her heart of gold,

Her beauty if on pages, no earthly book could hold.

Through all the smoke and laughter,

His tears were well disguised,

He thought about the sunshine in the Colorado skies,

And although his heart was breaking,

From his memories,

He kept the bar folk dancing with his melodies.

Although many listened many never heard,

The beautiful meanings, he spoke in every word,

Although they loved the music,

They could not understand the heart of the singer,

In the little country band.

(played in D)

The brother for whom this poem was written, went to heaven Saturday , Feb.27, 2010

It has taken until today that I can say his name without tears..

I am  still unable to lilsten to the radio, because I don't know a single song that we

didn't try to harmonize with each other  on. I truly miss the harmony.

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