It’s the tuba that I love,
its deep and heavy sound.
Not enough, mellow trombone
sliding somewhere ‘round.
Let the flute soar truly high,
lovely though it sings,
add a group of violins,
rosin strumming strings.
The raucous blare of trumpet
with eighth and quarter notes
and the resonance of cello
might also get your votes.
But trust my friend, the tuba
ever sturdy in its place,
a constant source of volume
to provide a solemn base.
Gus Daum
Reflections On Age 
A verbal symphony, Gus. Thank you. I hear all the instruments. Have you heard our local tuba band in person? They are fun!
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I have, and a good way to celebrate winter. Thanks, MJ
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Love it, Gus!
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If you can’t have fun writing, why write, huh?
glad to hear from you, Pat
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😃😎
Linda 🐶
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“a constant source of volume” is a great descriptive! Glad you’re writing – you may inspire me. Agnes
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I would be pleased if it worked in your favor,
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🎼😊🎼👏🏻🎼🤗🎼
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Yeeeeeesss
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Shhhhhhh!
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Will I see you at the symphony?
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I may be playing, if
I can find my tuba.
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