Confound

Fog rushes swirling, a vortex Damp confusion surrounds Cool but heavy air adds pressure Concerns seem to confound Then the chirps of Whip-Poor-Will One to my left, then right Their songs a simple tweet chorus Morn's symphony delight__ The Dove awakes from night's slumber Their coos echo through trees A simple song, few notes' melodies Sung just for you and me How can life become so hurried? So concerned with things? Did modern materialism Self-centeredness bring?

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Robert Nehls

Date: 7/15/2014 5:36:00 AM

Yes, Sara, there is much beauty out there and a grand array of nature that can be appreciated, even through the fog. That is life today, a fog that prevents many from seeing any further than their next distraction. They are missing out on so much, my friend. Very nice poem, Sara.... Robert.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma

Date: 7/14/2014 11:23:00 AM

True n awesome Sara,, yes it's a self centred hurried life these days ,, n we call it modernisation ,, thnx for sharing splendid thots // Upma//