He heard a sweet version of “Somewhere Beyond the Sea”

on BBC, PBS Sunday Night T.V.,

looked up the chording on-line only to be bewildered

at the hieroglyphics he did see,

then strummed it out by ear in the simple key of D

and found a home at little old G,

D7, C, G, D7 and back to G.

How humbling that exercise could be

for a sixty-nine-year-old soon to be

who’s been trying in fits to be

in a folk singing group, one of three

like Peter, Paul and Mary

or perhaps just a simple minstrel

was something he could see,

but no, it was not to be.

 

And so his audience became his children when they

were young, but they would flee to the upstairs T.V.

crying, “Mom, could you get dad to be quiet, please!”

So now, all these years later, he hummed and strummed what he heard on T.V.

for his long-suffering wife which made her think of the BBC show on PBS Sunday Night T.V.

She actually smiled and hummed a few bars with her voice

so sweet,

but the dog lowered his ears and made for the bedroom

after rising to his feet.

 

The previous three Labs used to lower their ears

but this fourth one summarily beat a retreat

which makes the folk guitarist squirm in his seat

and wonder if Labs and little kids are true music lovers

or just snobs hooked on some obscure chording such as

A #, Gm, Cm, and E

with a sharp to the 7^th, you see.

He supposed there were more things in canine and

little kid heaven and earth than he could ever possibly see,

and unto the Bard a sincere apology.