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The Eclectic Pen - The Bluegrass Festival

By: Lisa C. (IrishHillbilly)   + 8 more  
Date Submitted: 4/26/2007
Genre: Humor & Entertainment » Music
Words: 246

  (Bob Evans Farm - June 22, 2002)

Strewn about the grassy hillside
Under the strong June sun
A muggy breeze stirs slightly
Carrying the tune of the banjo
The fiddle, and the mandolin
We sit, or lay, and listen
To the tunes of yesterday

A few brave souls, mostly old timers
dance a jig here and there
I silently applaud, as I watch their feet
stomping back and forth
I see their smiles, such unabashed joy
in their freedom to be who they were
And who they are

My heritage is so far before my time
I have never been
To the old barn dance
Where they gathered to socialize
To find a gal or beau
Or sneak a drink of moonshine
To the same songs floating over the hills today

The poor olí rebel soldier
haunts the air, his voice longing
He must know, will his soul
Pass through the south land
Broken hearts and forlorn loves
Chasing the wind Like a Fox on the Run

It is still today, the era of convenience
The computer age, the digital marvels
Yet the songs of our ancestors fill our ears
And our hearts, and in our minds
we reach out, trying to embrace the fading past

Even those of us who never knew
Strive for a glimpse of what used to be
The glitter we see in the old manís eyes
And his feet shuffle and stomp in time to the music
Just like he used to do

I am glad the songs have not died
And that you have kept them alive
As your fingers move over the strings
And your voice cries out the words
From a heart so long ago

LSF 06/23/02

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Marta J. (booksnob) - 4/27/2007 9:18 AM ET
This is beautiful. This is how I feel when I hear Hebrew liturgical music in synagogue, so I can relate. Love it!
IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 4/27/2007 3:15 PM ET
Angela F. (AskewGardens) - 5/2/2007 11:40 AM ET
I enjoyed this too. You sum up my feelings towards ancestry. We are fortunate to live in an area that still has the old barn dances which we go to when we are able. The first one I went to floored me, I couldn't get over the way these dances have been going on the same year after year for decades. It looks as though you live or lived in south Ohio, maybe went to school in Athens? Anyway, I live in East Central Ohio. Not too far away.
Kristine S. (NHBookLover) - 5/5/2007 10:47 AM ET
What a wonderful way to keep the magic alive! The barn dances, clogging, music festivals - all magic. As your words are. Kris
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