The Ragtag Daily Prompt for today was SOMETHING.
We had our usual Sunday morning service, then company came for dinner, and I’ve been reading a novel this evening. So I’m very late getting something written, but here’s my little verse:
I’ve heard exquisite music
some philharmonic’s played,
and been in great cathedrals
to hear skilled voices raised.
At times a passionate solo
brings a lump to my throat;
and my heart has been inspired
by a quartet’s rousing notes.
But so much more exquisite
are the tunes of our own crew
in the evening when we’re singing
those old songs tried and true.
There’s something so appealing
when childish tones ascend
to join with ours in melody;
as the evening hours end.
And “the night is filled with music”
as the long-gone poet said;
the home with joy keeps ringing
when we’ve all gone off to bed.
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