The Cedarville Review 2020

10 | THE CEDARVILLE REVIEW SING ME AN OLD SONG AMY PLANK Sing me an old song Without drums, or guitar, or keyboard, or ooh and ah’s. But With words, written by people long since gone Found in the blue hymn book with pencil marks From boys, now men, once bored by long sermons. Sing me an old song, The one that leaves A tremor in our elder’s voice The one the pianist plays without music. The one I’ve sung since scratchy tights and velcro sandals. The one that lifts my heart more than my hands.