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Many are the sounds that are so pleasing to these old ears. I now treasure musing about them in the autumn of my years! How I cherished hearing my bride say, "I'll always love you, dear!" The laughter of our little ones who brought to our home so much cheer! As a lad I recall hearing the wailing whistle of the midnight train. The rumble of the thunder and upon the roof, the softly falling rain. I've heard the singing of telephone lines strung on poles along the road. The birds in the meadow lifting their song in a cheerful, choral ode! I'm in awe of the haunting honk of geese winging their southward bourne. Hearing the clarion bugle call of "Taps" for a fallen hero causes me to mourn. I've heard the soothing hymn of water flowing o'er rocks in a mountain stream. I look up in the pristine Colorado sky and hear majestic eagles scream! Ah, to relax and listen to the beautiful harmony of a hundred violins! Have you heard the fans cheering when the hometown ball team wins? I've heard the vagabond winds soughing softly through the towering yew. I've heard the dissonance of His beasts howling and roaring at the zoo! Alas, I now hear the creaking of my bones when arising from my bed! Oft I've heard that still, quiet voice as I thank Him for my daily bread! All about us are pleasant sounds to savor if we take time to hearken! (That is if you can tune out that mutt down the street that's always barkin'!) Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved

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Date: 8/9/2011 5:38:00 PM
Fascinating rhymes entertaining the reader so pleasantly in your life journey Bob but that last line is funny for sure.. luv the creaking old bones..I think Ron and I are getting them too.. haha.. excellent piece luv..
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Date: 8/8/2011 11:11:00 PM
A twist n the tail with the puppy dog wail, aches n pains n falling rain as on it goes, yes we still treasure our guys a fallen on the Somme. N all i really need is big n busty blonde. well done did Cobber, mate. johnson's leaving by the gate...
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Date: 8/8/2011 12:26:00 PM
Returned to read this gem. Keep that golden pen flowing!
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Date: 8/6/2011 10:23:00 PM
beautiful story in rhyme form Bob. Keep sharing from your heart. ~Glenna
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Date: 8/6/2011 9:47:00 PM
Beautiful way you weave all those lovely memories together and then the last line makes your eyes pop. Great verse as usual Bob. I wonder how many of us on Soup have creaking bones.
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Date: 8/6/2011 9:07:00 PM
Loved the line creaking of my bones, i know the feeling. a great piece. thank you for commenting on my poetry. I hurt my back, the reason i have not been on soup very much, it is hard to sit very long, so I post a poem, which kills me to sit, then i get off. back is a little better, but is starting to hurt right now.
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Date: 8/5/2011 9:16:00 AM
Ah! Bob, you bring back such beautifgul memories with this outstanding poem. I too sometimes have to tune out the creaking of the old bones to hear t he song birds sing when I rise in the morning. Lainie
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Date: 8/5/2011 9:11:00 AM
A wistful and warm write, Bob. A flood of good images and memories, with a touch of humor at the end. Keep those bones moving! Regards, Robert.
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Date: 8/4/2011 10:22:00 PM
We had a 3 am visitor last night standing on my porch barking....I guess because he didn't like my brand of dog food.
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Date: 8/4/2011 7:27:00 PM
Bob, I always enjoy reading your writings. Indeed that mut down the street is distracting from the calm of the evening sitting looking at the stars and the wonder of everthing God made. Thanks for the comments on my writings. Love Glenna
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