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" The Old Violin" RE: Al Stancel

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Hello Al,

I thought I would share a poem back in the days of our

grandfathers, when we went fishin some day, but thought I would tell it now case somethin happens before that:

"The Old Violin"

"Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneer, thought

it scarcely worth his while, to waste much time on the old violin as he held it up with a smile".

"What am I bidden, good folk?, who"ll start the bidden for me, he cried!".

" A dollar, a dollar, then two, only two?",

"Two dollars, and who'll make it three!".

"Going once and going for three", but.....no....

From the room far back, a gray haired man, came forward

and picked up the bow, wiping the dust from the old violin, then tightened the loosened strings.

He played a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings....

The music ceased and the auctioneer, with a voice now quiet and low, "What am I bidden now?, for the old violin, as he held it up with the bow!".

"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two!,

Two thousand, and who'll make it three!?, Three thousand once, Three thousand twice, and going, going,

Gone!, cried he!".

Some people cheered!, and others cried,

"What changed its worth?, we do not understand?,"

Quick came the reply of the auctioneer,

"The Touch of a Masters Hand".

Taken from my novel, "Days of Walter Greenvee",

author of poem unknown.

Ill tell you more about growing up with Walter later, kind of like your grandad,and sharecropper days.

Have a good weekend Al, and good fishin to ya, ceegar?,

hope I didnt put you to sleep.

Best Regards, Mike

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