Strumming Your Praises
The Admirable Qualities of my Ukulele
Simple and small
yet able to bear so much feeling;
You brighten the room
and lighten the heart!
You are easy to learn,
more still to disdain;
with a basic wood stain,
natural and plain.
You are humble and fragile,
unthreatening and unassuming;
not particularly made to impress,
nor yet to endure extreme duress,
yet we have carried each 0ther over oceans...
You are able to turn strangers into fast friends,
and allow me to bring along a bit of home,
wherever we go.
You are my ukulele! :)
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NOTE: I wrote this piece with the intent that it be enjoyed in the format in which it appears in the photo above! I found that the ukulele shape of the poem didn't translate super well to the double-spaced structure on the Vocal page - so I decided to reshuffle things a bit, but really wanted to include the original format. I hope you enjoy!
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Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, essays, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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Comments (6)
I have a ukulele too. I can't play it though but you've inspired me to give it a go again. Mine's yellow and has travelled the world with me too!
Impressive work! Well written!
Thats how I used to feel about my guitar. Made a lot of friends carrying it with me
I never was able to learn 😅
This is awesome! I love this.
Gabriel, I enjoyed reading this poem tremendously. A great example of concrete poetry. Really creative!