I learned to play the guitar, watching Dad play gospel songs
While Mama readied dinner as she softly hummed along
Mamma was a teacher by trade and daddy was a priest
My love affair with music grew at my loving fathers knees
At the second last whistle-stop town is where I spent my youth
Mama taught me manners and Dad taught me the truth
About being a loving wife, family life and about our Maker
And together we played the vinyl's on a 3-speed record player
Most of all he showed me was where to find my heart
In the rhythm of a Gibson where country music start
Along with Reeves and Charlie Pride I found my future's path
Every song I play and sing today I hear my Father's laugh
The first time that I played the strings they knew I found my voice
Whatever fate had in store for me, my heart had made its choice
Not the Northern lights or the beauty of Norway could keep me at bay
From my birth land and the Kenyan sky where my parents both turns grey
I remember Dad's furrowed brow slowly turned into a smile
As I closed my eyes, strummed the songs and sang about the miles
Where we travelled in our fantasies Mom, my Dad and I
The only girl in a Wooden House under the East African Sky
Most of all he showed me where to find my heart
In the rhythm of a Gibson where country music start
Along with Reeves and Charlie Pride I found my future's path
Every song I play and sing today I hear my Father's laugh
Always as I play my song in unfamiliar crowds
My home is still that wooden house under African skies
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
