Silent Trumpets
Silent Trumpets.
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The yellowy trumpets
In great abundance
Are blown but make no sound
The crowds of blue bells remain silent
Without ringing
Upon the shady ground
All so quiet
But their showy colors shout out aloud
To the heart of the observer
As they in all their glory
Wave back tall and proud.
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Peter Dome©2020.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2020
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