Poems A-Z Xylophone

                        The length of the bars determine the sound

               Vibrations ring out as hammer comes down

                Melodic music of depth and of tone

                That strange little instrument…the Xy-o-lo-phone!

                One note struck…or sometimes two

                At the same time, as we players will do

                Beautiful harmony, sings out through the air

                At home football game or State county fair

                I stand at the back, of the orchestra pit

                Or right up in front…I sometimes will sit

                Playing my chimes, with dings and with dongs

                Adding so much, to the orchestra’s songs

                As kids we all got one, on Christmas tree morn

                We banged on it’s bars, till Dad’s ears were torn

                The one in the orchestra, sounds much better now

                The chimes are in tune, with the conductor’s deep bow

                Now I don’t have to play, in my room all alone

                The crowd they all love…my XY-O-LA-PHONE!


                David Kettler

                      Written 10/01/09