Does a person need to be sad to play the blues? Don’s wife, Allison wrote the lyrics. Could the happy guitar playing boy they describe be their own son? Charming and meaningful.
My boy is learning to play guitar.
He plays the twelve bar blues.
Lord knows he’s had enough happen
To sing them.
Thing is, he sees everything green.
Green! Glorious green!
The complexion of beginnings! The hue of life!
The tint of laughter as it spills out and splashes
in a pool of endless hope.
The flush of fledgling wisdom.
The colour of love.
He plays his guitar and smiles.
His blues are infected with green.
My boy has got the aqua-marines.
poem by Allison Girvan
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