SONNET #19 THE BLESSINGS OF MUSIC.

        Do we in our fortunes stop and count how we are blessed?
        Or are we drowned in so many good things we do not see
        Them for what they are. Where’re we live, be it east or west
        Furthest north or sunny south, We can without much cost
        Listen to the sound of music. To inspire, revive or heal
        In it’s own sweet special way. Listen to it’s gentle flow.
        It’s tempestuous beat. It’s loving touch. Till you really feel
        The sound that flows free, plays or sings for you in part,
        Take not for granted whatever sounds of music you love,
        But be thankful for a true listening ear and a happy heart
        That can sing along, and be part of what you feel and hear,
        Oh sweet sounds that drive away most sorrow and sadness.
        Always speak to my grateful heart whatever sound I need
        And nourish In your own miraculous way a tired soul to feed.

        Ann Margetson July 11 1996
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