This Wood Guitar

I’m going to make a wood guitar for all the world to hear.

It will play of love and life; all that is so dear.

And when I make this wood guitar, it will sound so sweet.

It will say what I could not for whom I could not speak.

That maybe then this wood guitar will make a difference good;

They hear it play for all that right and think it in the wood.

But I know this wood guitar is much more than it seem;

A part of me is in it then with song in which I dream.

And it will play this wood guitar for all that may be read.

Knowing not what it has done for that which they have said.

That when they hear this wood guitar play for life in love;

They will delight for all that right and think it from above.

See I am in this wood guitar with song that need be sung.

Living there contentedly, waiting to be strum.

That with a strum this wood guitar and I begin to play;

Of love in life and all that right for whom I could not say.

And so I know this wood guitar and me with song to sing,

Will then be sung when with a strum and me, I am the string!

Kenneth G Redden