spend large amounts of time
walking between the corn
rows listening to the wind as
it made those melodic sounds.
When I became a man, I
remembered those sounds. I
discovered that it contained the
violin, piano and the heavenly
harp that produced soft melodies.
I don't recall loud horns or
big drums. I remembered that the
music flowed evenly. I recalled
asking myself, how was this
possible.
From above the clouds a voice
shouted! Your mind was in tune
to musical instruments of nature,
a symphony that I had created
just for you.
As a child you mind was clear
and your heart was pure, which allowed
me to commune with you through a
field of music.
It is good that your spirit has remembered
me. I continue to walk with you down the
corn rows of life.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011
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