My Flute and Me

My Flute and Me

A Poem by Dai Edenburough

An ode to me, my flute and the music we make!


     My music comes from the flute.

Most people don't give a hoot,

     But that doesn't bother me!

My music fills me with glee!

     When I play me flute,

It can make people happy or mournful.

     But to those that give a hoot,

It makes them illogical.

     So most of the time I play me flute

For pretty much for meself.

     Yet every now and then,

There's a passer-by that would like

     To hear the music my flute and me make.

So now, my flute and me live to

     See those days, the days

When those people that like to hear

     Our music, and the magic that we make.

© 2011 Dai Edenburough

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i guess the flute doesn't get the recognition it deserves. it's good to know how to play a musical instrument. there is satisfaction for playing for oneself. excellent poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I like this one!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on March 29, 2011
Last Updated on March 29, 2011