A Creature of Wood

 A Creature of Wood


It has a beautifully long neck,

That speaks anything from happiness to regret.
A beautiful set of frets,
That win any number of bets.

It has six marvelous roads,
Each with different loads,
This road leads to a powerful bridge,
A bridge with the power of moving a ridge. 

A guitar this creature is,
A creature of pure bliss,
It absorbs your troubles and burdens,
The guitar does this in tones.

A creature that truly makes humans humane,
And yet makes everything a little less mundane.
A creature that tells us a story,
That can be either happy or wailful or gory.

It gives meaning,
No matter how demeaning,
It gives us power,
Over a land of mystic and adventure.

We go to a foreign yet familiar land where logic fails,
And everything sings and talks,
This is the land where the sun sails,
And moon walks.

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