Sound Off
I have no desire to hear the worlds words
rather would I the chirping of birds
to hear the clapping of leaves in the breeze
whirring of hummingbirds wings of the bees
Or the babbling sounds of the brook
the rumbling of earth when its being shook
the patter upon my roof of the rain
the sounds of the city care I to abstain
I love the plunging of waves upon rocks
detest the noise of the ticking of clocks
road blare of wheels upon tar and cement
or clamor of crowds who attend an event
The racket of what some people call song
which clashing smashing banging belong
but the voices of wolves howling by moon
or soulful longing in notes of the loon
the rustle and whisper of wind in the wheat
tender the note of a newborn lambs bleat
expressions of nature when its in play
I want to hear what the animals say
The laughter of children learning a game
squawks of chickens and sheep that are tame
the wail of wind through a window crack
splitting of thunder lighting nights black
The chill on the spine from a low growl
so quiet you can hear the drop of a towel
music that lifts the breath of ones soul
the crackle of ice which freezes a pole
the echoes in canyons when you give a call
snapping of trees when in a storm fall
the rustle and flush the dog and the pheasant
their decent upon my ears very pleasant
I want to hear the sounds of Gods garden
when the trial is over I've got a full pardon
the voices of those whose hearts that I love
when I hear these its you I think of
These are the things that to my heart speak
sounds of the ones newborn pats of baby feet
take me away from Babylon's din
the screeching and static created by men
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2012
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