A Poem A Day #148

The Fiddle

It’s great for dances,
But also for sudden chances.

It screeches like the birds
And hums like the bees.
It plays for the lighthearted
And it plays for the trees.

It plays for the simple-minded,
For those whose eyes have been blinded.

It plays for the folks on the street,
For the ones who go about to make history.
It plays for the hard fought battles
And the hard won victories.

No other instrument is as profound
As to serenade a country with its sound.

By Catherine Joy

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