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 Sounds of Nature
The silence is disturbed by the moaning of the wind,
a crescendo of sound as all the participants join in.
Nature has loosened her voice; she has many things to say,
The grass softly whispers; the trees shout away.
The lake laps the shore with gentle soothing words of care,
The brook bubbles on with a lullaby to share.
When the mountain speaks up it may be with a roar,
With tears made of boulders; downward they pour.
The river speaks loud and gruff; where it’s water is capped with white,
It mummers low and pleasant where it has slowed from its wild and treacherous flight.
But like a giant army sweeping across the land,
Nature looks to be attacking with her powerful weapons in hand.
Hurricane winds scream at the ground; the trees cry out in pain,
Their limbs are twisted and torn away; it looks like Nature has gone insane.
The sky is filled with blinding flash as the ground is pummeled with awesome fire power,
Now it’s time for the final assault; as Nature unleashes the whirling towers.
Get under ground or get out of the way,
As Nature roars and has its say.
JRS © 12-11-98
The “Okie” Poet
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