From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words

Gavin

His tasseled scarf hung past his waist
His fine grey beard hung from his chin
His long white hair hung down his back
His pleasant aura drew me in

His fingers strum his old banjo
His score of notes ring clear and true
His trilby hat rests on his head
His dark framed glasses resting too
His neat moustache rests on his smile
His wink came from his eye of blue

His words just tumble from his lips
His music from his finger tips
His paisley shirt
His odd waistcoat
His beating heart
His tapping foot

His name is Gavin,
I saw him there
His tunes still hanging in the air

(C) EPM March 2020

Comments on: "Gavin" (5)

  1. misfit27 said:

    A beautiful tribute…makes me long to have been there too.

  2. And a fine discovery that I hope continues to bring you joy!
    Very descriptive and makes me imagine listening to his music.

  3. Wonderful poem, so descriptive. Love it! 🙂

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