David McLansky

Freshman - 948 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Irish Protest - Poem by David McLansky

What's all that buzzing in the breeze,
These noisy birds, those humming fleas?
The bursting branches of the woods,
The calling loons, misunderstood;
There's such a screeching in the Spring,
Must every flower loudly ring?
Must lovers murmur on the grass,
Must mallards cackle as they pass?
Oh silent life in darkened bars!
Oh neon lights! ! Oh whiskey jars! !


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 19, 2013


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