Trey

March 22, 2013

I never see a mailman but I think of you.

The other day I saw a mailman

And he walked the way

You walked, Trey,

When you walked away

I never heard the spirit three in one like you.

The other day I heard a guitar-man

And he didn't play the way

You played, Trey,

When you wailed away

We knew you always wanted to play,

For sure…just waiting to play,
You were always there, hinting-

Pulling out your guitar,

Whenever and wherever,

There you were, smiling and squinting

Until a song appeared, and sitting

There, you strummed away…

In your cowboy boots.

Written for Dee and the folks at DCC