Sounds
Warm spring rain on a tin roof
When I'm out after dark alone
Snow-muffled tires of a car passing by
When I'm little and tucked in at home
A song sparrow's voice in the morning
From somewhere high in the trees
A brook's hoarse roar as the snow melts
And wind in the evening leaves
The crackling coals of a campfire
The smack of a ball on a bat
A chainsaw deep in the forest
As I drift away on my nap:
Sounds that bring life to life
From childhood 'till I turn gray
If I weren't here to hear them
Would they still sound the same way?
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Really enjoyed reading this,
Really enjoyed reading this, John N.
Nice poem!
Thank-you
Thank you for the kind comment Sharon
I wrote this a few years ago,
And your beautiful poem, "Listening to the Rain"
Encouraged me to post it.
Thank-you again,
\\John
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David o Whalen A poem I wish I had written. Done well in every respect (and you've certainly gained my respect) Nicely done!
Thank-you
David,
I have seen how great your poems are
I feel so elated by your comment
Thank you,
\\John
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Just Me,
This is an awesome poem. Our senses can duplicate all the sights and sounds with your poetic imagery; you knew that would work! It is a beautiful poem, and a great lesson in writing and life. I am so happy to meet you...Just Me.
(Sound of a standing ovation, As a welcome to your resounding poetry)
Warm regards,
Kathy Paysen
Thank-you
Thank you, Kathy,
Your poems are so beautiful
I am so appreciative of your comments
If a tree falls in the forest
And there is no one there to hear it
It doesn't make a sound
How could there be sound without hearing?
\\John