Today,
I’m picketing injustice
with my son’s guitar.
Time to learn
how to play.
A rainy picket day
may as well bring new skills,
since there’s no other pay.
Today,
I’m picketing injustice
with my son’s guitar.
Time to learn
how to play.
A rainy picket day
may as well bring new skills,
since there’s no other pay.
We’re feeling it too…my husband’s a teacher as well. Love your poem ❤
Thanks.
Love it ^^
🙂
good luck with your strike.
We need all the luck we can get, dealing with this government!
Good luck. I am feeling a good 60’s anti war protest song coming on. Not certain it is appropriate for a strike, but still, they have passion and soul for what is right and what need to be corrected.
Oh, we’ve been humming Bob Dylan for a while now.
“The times they are a changing…”
And as those fingers works the frets,
They fumble a way to freedom,
In the hope of a new kingdom,
Where peace and justice can play
A major chord in all hearts.
In all that,
Your rainy day tune
Is a step along the way.
Oh very nice!
As it turned out, the guitars never did make it out of their cases. Lots of visitors bringing us good wishes, support, food, more food, etc today kept us entertained. 🙂 If we’re still out in September, perhaps I’ll learn then! 🙂