I Lost to Lasha
She picked the bass like it was its turn
Without concern she rocked to the music
With almost no emotion, no thought to be had
So stoic and still quite unlike her dad
She wooed the crowd with her skill
And all the while got her fill of their amazement.
If ever a word came from her mouth
Well, I'd never heard one ever come out
Some say she talked before to them
But, yet not one peep ever welcomed me in
To this day I'm perplexed and
I still don't understand
How she could be so lightning quick with her hands
On her bass she could lay out a funky tune
But then turn right around and beat me at spoons
I assumed reticent people were slow
By my thought backfired in my face
I quickly had to accept second place
Lasha didn't change one bit in the end
She's quiet even when she wins!
I lost to Lasha.
Original Poetry by Walt Green
Dedicated to Lasha Long and the XYC Summer Camp crew!




