An acrostic poem for the Spring Writing Jamboree |
| Magic of music played Among friends, the Nuance and gentle rhythm, a Dance of strings and fingers. Oblivious to time and strife. Lessons learned and taught In musical theory and New chords to show off. Mandolin poised and ready. Everyone strums together such Lovely tunes Of God's love. Diligent in practice, we Insist on playing Every Sunday service because we understand Sacrifice. |