NEW SOUNDS
In the city you hear each day many a different sound,
Jet planes flying very low, other noises on the ground,
Sirens screeching moving everything out of the way,
These sounds you hear so many times each day.
The roar of the city traffic that never seems to cease,
You awake in the night expecting to have some peace,
But no, noise continues although you get used to it in time,
And if you like the advantages of a city you should not whine.
There are other sounds much nicer than those mentioned here,
The sound of the wind in the trees, the lake roaring quite near,
The sound of children playing, a loved one coming home
But they are overshadowed by the noisy constant drone.
Now we are in the north with wilderness everywhere around,
A few cars through the town and no sign of sirens sounds,
The birds in the trees and the dancing of a pleasant breeze,
The call of the loon over the lake that puts you at your ease.
One noise we hear now and then is the sound of trains going by,
And their whistle in the distance and makes you want to sigh,
Then the rumble of the wheels as close to home it does come,
Just wonder who or what they carry and when the journey is done.
We hear the sound of silence as the moon sails above in the sky,
Maybe in the distance you can hear some creature let out a cry,
Or the whispering trees hardly moving bringing sweet repose,
And in peace and comfort and stillness your weary eyes close.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 12 September 2005