Charles Hardin Holley
boarded a plane
to spare the journey
overland. He soared above
the earth, to find an early grave,
and leave sweet music in the air,
a wife, to grieve.
Rave on, Buddy Holly, rave —
the airwaves vibrate words of love
into the upper atmosphere:
the hum of turtledoves.
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Thank you David – I’m a big fan!
me too 😀
A sad day.
Yes it was.
Another great one that left our mortal coil to quickly… Good one!
Typo to=too ☺️
Thank you – he was definitely gone too soon!
A lovely tribute, Ingrid!
Thank you Merril!
A fitting tribute to a life ended way too soon.
I always wonder what he might have done if he’d lived longer.
I know just what you mean.
Oh I love this and am a fan too.. nice poem and tribute Ingrid! 💞
Who couldn’t be a fan? What’s not to like? 😊💖💖
Those songs have stood well the test of time. (K)
I believe so!
Gorgeous poem! I so love the sweet and perfect ending lines. <3
Thank you Layla 😊
Your poem brought tears to my eyes, Ingrid. A beautiful tribute to a talented artist whose story had a tragic ending. His musical influence lives on! 💖 Have you seen the movie about his life?
Thank you, Michele – this poem was sparked by an emotional moment last weekend when my son lost his toy plane! It made me think of Buddy Holly. I have seen the movie, yes, it’s a good one 🙂
“The day the music died.” Don McLean (American Pie)
Exactly! Thanks Dawn 😊
A lovely tribute to an artist who died far too young! Thank you for posting this. <3 <3 <3
My pleasure, Cheryl, thank you! ❤️
Fantastic. His music was amazing as was his voice.
Thanks Vinny – agree 💯