A quaint “guitar”, are you zither or more?
From the Appalachians I hear you hum
as you are hammered or picked, plucked or strummed.
Your sound is folksy, your soft strains are pure,
invented in Persia and called santoor.
Do not fret dulcimer, your song is sweet,
and in your dulcet tones there is a treat.
Release the music that breathes within you,
it lives in our hearts as you begin to!
Your pleasant melody makes us complete!
© Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015