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

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