Things Turn Upward
by southernmusings
saturday night spent
strummin’ the strings
of time;
drinkin’ whiskey
and PBR, smokin’ leaves
both green and brown
cool Spring dusk
easin’ its way
down atop
the back lawn -
where slender green
blades dual against
Winter’s weedy armada.
we sit in plastic
chairs and take in
the scene until
the warm buttery tones
of the old piano upstairs
lures us, again, to more
heavenly ruses.
singin’ loud,
windows open so that
a little of the
truth can float on
out.
someone’s mama who
heard it said, “Oh God,
Love our prodigal sons.”
He does, ma’am.
He does.
have a listen….
andy appling on vocals, mike mann a-harmonizin’, mike c a-piano-un’.
**posted for a good friend from Cali, where she probably doesn’t get to hear this much Southern in a year’s time.
well your yankee friends digs this, too. holy crow, i’d like that truth to float in through my window from time to time. keep it real, that would.
…. now that, that was some real sweet gospel… and thank you for sharing…. the piano sounds drifting through the night air makin’ it’s own way…. all the way over to this way… gathering of friends playin’ spiritfilled music there is no other more wonderfulfabuluz than that…. i am there in spirit…
it was a lovely night. glad you got to listen.