The Ballad of Charles Hardin Holley

Charles Hardin Holley
early February 
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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R.I.P. Charles Hardin Holley, September 7, 1936 – February 3, 1959

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  1. 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?

    1. 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 🙂

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