Sitting around the fireside
With guitars, fiddle, and whistle
Lightening our cares and woes
In the spirit of friendship and kindness
The life of the poet grows
Deep in the centre where no one sees
Lives the song of wild liberty
Rippling out upon the ear
Comes the tunes,the riffs true and dear
Good health is wrapped in the breeze of the trees
A kind word from your mouth
Sweeping up in moments, the shinning sun
A voice to caress the soul.
Cathleen Carter Steeves
With guitars, fiddle, and whistle
Lightening our cares and woes
In the spirit of friendship and kindness
The life of the poet grows
Deep in the centre where no one sees
Lives the song of wild liberty
Rippling out upon the ear
Comes the tunes,the riffs true and dear
Good health is wrapped in the breeze of the trees
A kind word from your mouth
Sweeping up in moments, the shinning sun
A voice to caress the soul.
Cathleen Carter Steeves
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