Suburban Spring Poem by Susy Evelyne
Suburban Spring
If there could be a moment's peace -
just one minute long -
from all this...
drilling
grinding
crashing
sawing
mowing
strimming
revving
roaring!
Just one minute long...
to hear spring draw in breath
before singing her song.
You make a good point Susy, but as my Mother would have said - It's better than being deaf. I just skeedaddle off to my allotment and listen to the birds.
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4/16/2024 6:40:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
soulfully penned a sad truth!