Gentle On My Mind

There's something magical that happens when a lost song comes to mind and I pick up this old guitar. Nothing else like it, no other feelings can compare. It's like touching a  piece of history, reliving a moment hidden in the distance folds of my mind, a moment when I had holes in the knees of my jeans, a joint tucked behind my ear and a pretty young girl who would said;.........can you play Glen Campbell's "Gentle on My Mind"....... and so
It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is free to walk

That makes me tend to leave my
sleeping bag rolled up and stashed
behind your couch

And it's knowing I'm not shackled by
forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have
dried upon some line

That keeps you in the backroads
by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

whitepine1 whitepine1
51-55, M
4 Responses Oct 4, 2011

Wagon Wheel?

That made me smile, as the song takes me back to many places, and the acoustic thing, is my boy, he never puts it down either and it goes everywhere with him. Note to self; check behind boys ear for joint! LOL

Now you made me smile, that was too funny! Yep, better check behind those ears mom. Your son, I like his style. Tell him I said never ever put that guitar down and always carry it with you, wherever you go! Even at my age I still carry my 6 string in the back of my SUV.

I have passed that on to him, I also asked him why he can't write a song like that? He didn't have to say a word the look was enough lol! They just have no taste these teenagers.

Well my dear, you know he will be saying that same thing to his children one day soon. But I have to agree with you, they just don't write them like that anymore.

Sorry, that was directed at MRANDERS0N

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Acoustic instruments retain something of the people who play them, I think. I still have my dad's banjo, and I can almost feel him when I play.

My father bought me my first acoustic and showed me a few chords. I fell hopelessly in love and for a time, that old guitar went everywhere I went. I believe your right, that it retains something of the people who play them. One day when I pass on, I hope my son feels a little of me in every chord he strums. What I wonderful thought!

Thanks for the reminder. It takes me back to a gentler time.

Some say take me back in time, others say no thanks, it was hard enough the first time. As for me, I go back every time I grab my guitar. Now let see, where did I put that darn thing?