The family gathered, it wasn't so hard,
each holding things they found in the yard
Me with my handsaw, Joe with his sticks,
Jake to give rhythm with his red tinted bricks
Pappy joins in on a new running chord
with his knee propping up the family washboard
Female and male all fall into fun
as the pulse of the meters come together as one
At the point of crescendo, our concert takes shape
our souls all revived with joyous escape
Nothing on earth could bring us such pleasure
than melding as one with each pounding measure
After we're spent, and tools put away
We look at each other, a new memory to weigh
Thank God for family and music.


(seems easier to work something up in more than four lines - thanks... AND you all are sooooooo good!!!! talented!!!!!)


New words: rising, fox, create, spotted