He stands there holding his
ol wooden guitar in hand
His life is being told by the
poetry in which he is singing
You can see the power in his
voice by the wood ceiling shaking
He has a brilliant white smile he
uses as he waves at his crowd
His strong hands are chiseled tough
for the cowboy he is to his showing proud
No question about it he sings a pretty
lyric an it sounds real good extra loud
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Lightning.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2016?