The sound of music,
Hey! that’s ringing in my ears!
Tune into the tune.
Blow your own trumpet,
Lick those lips and give it all,
Lets blast on the brass.
Two Haikus
The tides coming in,
Washing the sand on the beach.
Grains and grains and grains.
Hurry, hurricane.
Forces beyond our control.
Tropical cyclone.
© Ernestine Northover
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