The singing shepherd,
poem by:
Christopher Russon
Written
on Sep 01, 2017
The echoing sound of seagulls Flying above the sea And leaves upon their branches Such a wonderful harmony , Nature's inspiration was it The reason for his call From a humble shepherd on the land To packing out town halls , Music there within his soul And words inside his head Singing was his only goal His future as good as read , He sang his songs every day He was asked to join a choir Little did he realise His fame would grow much higher , He made a massive impact Where ever he would go Although he never wrote a song His voice would steal the show , He found himself a little band They were just like family They all became like brothers The way that it should be , Suddenly his fame was over The result of a tragedy Sadly he just left us Leaving behind his legacy.
Tags: happy, sad, rhyme, inspirational,
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Frank Hornby . commented:
Nice poem Chris.......the lord is my shepherd.......
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Skilfully written poem my friend, you have a passion for music and I wondered if your poem is factual, as I can't recall a famous singer who was once a shepherd.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Thank you Frank as always..
Christopher Russon
commented:
He was big on the folk scene He never wrote a song but his voice was out of this world .
Saddly he died suddenly.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Thank you Cecilia.
Henry Amankwa
commented on Sep 09, 2017 at 4:18pm
nice Poem Chris ...Really nice
Robert Kohlhammer
commented on Sep 11, 2017 at 7:37am
Sounds good and well tied up at the end.
Valerie Russon
commented on Sep 11, 2017 at 10:08pm
like it very well written.
