MUSIC TO MY EARS
It's nice to hear the crickets,Tune up there violin's.
It's nice to hear the bullfrogs,
Clearing throats,
Waiting to do their thing.
First the reed's in the meadow,
Start by whistling in the wind.
Then the bluebells in the forest,
Cannot wait to give there ting-a-ling.
The summer breeze starts to tease,
As all the little critters try to join in.
When all the little birds,
give there ode to spring.
To stand in a open field,
To close ones eyes,
Just to breath it in.
To listen to the countryside,
As it starts to sing.
I love listening to all of this,
At the start of spring.
Then I know for sure,
That being alive.
Is such a majestic thing.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-03-21 at 00:08
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