siren
The siren wails below the meadow
As a boy cries it’s mother home
But I stay put, the sun is warm and the grass is tall
The trees sway and the sun approaches its zenith
The siren still wails its echoing sigh
“Damn the siren”, “Damn the noise”
I dream of the morning fog;
The pleasance of the silence unknown
But the silence is no more and I must take action
I head inside, and close the doors.
The silence returns in the comfort of the home
Joyous, I go to the window, to still take part in the day
And among the flying birds and expanse of blue sky
A distant smoke plume
Tall Grass Meadow at UCSC |
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