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I've heard "Ave Marias"
In cathedrals spired and tall,
And I've heard orchestral thunder
Fill a great symphonic hall.
I've heard celestial concerts
Sung by tabernacle choirs,
And I've heard great Verdi operas
With the awe that each inspires.
I've heard the joyous wedding march
As couples said their vows,
And I've heard the calming smoothness
Of a nightherd's song to cows.
I've heard the haunting harmonies
Of mouth harps played alone,
And I've heard the plaint of lovesongs
Sad enough to melt a stone.
I've heard the skirl of bagpipes
On a far flung battlefield,
And I've heard John Philip Sousa played
As nations' fates were sealed.
But the sweetest sound of music,
For me, will always be
The simple Irish lullaby
My mother sang to me.
From Laugh Kills Lonesome & Other Poems (Buglin' Bull Press, 1990).
Used here with permission.
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Mike Logan (1938 - 2019) grew up in Kansas but adopted Montana as his home state in 1968 and. ultimately, becamse that state's Poet Laureate. A high school teacher for 25 years, a passion for trout fishing eventually led him to a new career as a wildlife photographer. It was writing cowboy poetry, however, that made him famous. Author of numerous books and recognized in 2006 as the Will Rogers Male Cowboy Poet of the Year, Mike traveled the country sharing his enthusiasm for, and creative interpretations of, life in the West.
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