I'm the
designer-secretary for the annual Rush Reunion reminders. This year I just had to
use a photo of my husband's 2nd great-grandfather with his fiddle and his son,
Loyd Carl, with his banjo. I know my poem isn't very good, but I had fun
writin' it up-oh! J Kinda reminds me of those gym classes I hated until they assigned me
square dancing one semester! Perhaps they thought it might help my clumsy feet
gain grace, but alas it didn't work, however I had loads of fun!
A Music Jam-o
By Mrs. Dolores J. (O'Neal) Rush, 2013.
In the little Ozark Mountains
Once upon a time-o
A fellow named William Jasper Sullens
Could play the fiddle just fine-o.
It is said he could fiddle the night away
And never repeat a song-o
His son Loyd Carl would accompany him
On his little banjo.
Hymn-sings and bluegrass music parties
Were all the rage then-oh
And after a busy day of chores
Would make one's face grin-so.
How many songs do you know?
Let's stir up music jam-o?
Come to the Rush reunion; after noon
And doh-ray-me with gram-o!
