If We Sing To The Children

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If We Sing To The Children

I wear these memories
as a cloak to ward off the chill.
Emotions forgotten, but like new now
ripping along my arms,
settling bumps in straight rows
to my heart.

Kindred hearts, matching
my own heartbeat,
with eyes like mine and
reflecting our souls.
Music in voices saying,
‘and when I look at weeds beside the road. . . .
but you know,  you know. . . .’
And I do, I do and we look with eyes
that see and ears that hear the song
of the bird before his sounds
have escaped his throat. . . .
and the music rumbles in our blood,
coursing through our hearts
and gives life only
to those who are ready to listen.

Not many to be sure,  not many,
but if we sing to the children
perhaps,  just perhaps,
the earth’s cacophony will one day
be harmony.

It is our heritage;
from where it is we come.
From the farm country I was given
a substance that does not spoil,
that does not turn sour
even in the residue of life.
It is not dregs that I drink.
It is the cream rising to the top of the milk.

I needed to see a skyline
with no obstruction and with no words

you laid your hearts on me.

 

8/11/14                                                                      photo by John Holmes

One Response to If We Sing To The Children

  1. nancy vanburen September 5, 2014 at 3:29 am #

    I enjoyed your poems and stories . I just wish I could post some of my thoughts , maybe someday.

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