When I started this blog six years ago I posted odes. You know, poems of praise and thanks. I thought that the blog would be mostly odes. I had odes to Victor Hugo, Woody Guthrie, Henry Miller, Duke Ellington, Willie Mays. A number of others. No light weights among them. I suppose I ought to put them in a category section. Anyhoo, here’s an ode to Bill Monroe – who is up there with the greats, in my opinion. I (not very cleverly or originally) strung together a handful of his famous song titles to compose a little ode. So, here’s an ode to Bill Monroe, the father of Bluegrass music!

You may be aware that I’m a bit fixated on these country songs.
So be it. I urge you to try these songs too. It’s folk music, and it’s great fun to play. Even though there’s no way to match the high, lonesome voice of the inimical Monroe – and also no way to match the mandolin picking, fiddlin’, or banjo playing of the Bluegrass Boys – still it’s great to try. It’s also a good thing to keep these songs alive, at least that’s what I think. As Willie Morton, one of the characters in my book says: “Keep playin’ that Country Music”.
To Bill Monroe

Bill Monroe’s fine voice
Has given me joy
Blue Moon of Kentucky
Keep on shinin’
Through Footsteps in the Snow
Past Rocky Road Blues
To a Kentucky Waltz
Thank you, Bill
For your High and Lonesome Bluegrass sound.

Now some folks like the summertime when the they can walk about
Strolling through the meadow green it’s pleasant there’s no doubt
But give me the wintertime when the snow is on the ground
For I found her when the snow on the ground

I traced her little footprints in the snow
I found her little footprints in the snow
I bless that happy day when Nellie lost her way
For I found her when the snow was on the ground

I dropped in to see her there was a big round moonimages-1
Her mother said she just stepped out but would be returning soon
I found her little footprints and I traced them in the snow
I found her when the snow was on the ground

Now she’s up in heaven she’s with the angel band
I know I’m going to meet her in that promised land
But every time the snow falls it brings back memories
For I found her when the snow was on the ground

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