Dusty, I'll always miss you and I'll always listen to your voice....no matter what the day.
A poem I wrote in 1966, aged 17. It appeared in the Dusty fan club newsletter. Only blushing slightly
You said in a Sunday paper you are
Puzzled as to why we made you a star.
On behalf of each and every fan,
I'll try to explain as best I can.
There was something about you that stood out a mile,
It could have been your hair, your eyes or your smile.
Of course, this was before we all heard you sing.
What happened after that, goes without saying.
We laughed over the zany things that you said
And cried when you sang a song that was sad.
Humour, personality, a soul laden voice
Are a few of the reasons you were our choice.
But Dusty, you underestimate your talents by far
For talent is what you've got and that's what makes you a STAR!