My Ozark Mountain Dulcimer
(1977)

The crafter’s hand so sure and slow,
Makes the wood with lustre glow.
The lovely sounds from mellow strings,
Give the joy that music brings.
Although it’s just a simple tool,
It seems to me a priceless jewel.
It brings the sounds of by-gone days,
That warm my heart in many ways.
I’ll treasure long this precious thing,
That gives my heart a song to sing.
Praise the muse who worked his craft,
Bringing joy forever aft.