country poetry & more

Bad knees can be a blessing. Because of them, I enter the senior center through the back door where there is a ramp instead of stairs. Writing class is down the hall and around the corner. In the first room on the left, I noticed a group of folks playing country music, and one day I came early to listen. What started out as a class for guitarists had turned into a regular jam session with a variety of instruments, but no piano. Aha!

This week I went shopping for a cheap electronic keyboard with a volume control so that it won’t drown out the other instruments, and suddenly I’m back to “making music,” playing and singing the old songs of my youth. Since the schedule allows me to attend writing class afterward, I’m killing two birds with one stone, one trip into town from the East Mountains.

Can life get any better than this? Dink, bring your harmonica. We’ll be in tune this time!

Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net