A Loud Hullabaloo
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And trees . . . a wild hullabaloo,
as I walk a loud chirping path;
deep into the forest of green,
I am delighted with bird trills.
Listen- the murmur of water,
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo;
through the tangle a stream whispers,
I follow the gurgling water.
To the crash of the stream plunging,
it gushes, booms down jagged rocks;
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo,
I sit near water beautiful.
The sky above is azure blue,
green forest wraps me in hued arms;
yet, in the din there is a peace,
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo.
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July 09, 2022
Poetry/Quatern/A Loud Hullabaloo
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1472-542-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Onomatopoeia
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 07/30/2022
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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