Sound Poem by Jeff Rushton

Sound is the wave that we physically feel or sensorily hear
Sound is the voice that begins at birth
Sound is the decibels that shake the earth
Sound is the music that ingratiates man, that pattern of waves that help us understand
Sound is the drum-roll at ceremonies and games
Sound is the hollering of joy and happiness so grand
Sound is the yell when we feel we've lost a friend
Sound is the scream when death is at hand, the sound that never leaves, long past its end
Sound is the singing of birds in the sky,
The communication for animals and all mankind
Sound is the running of the bulls in Pamplona, or the killing of the men for shoes and bologna
Sound is the freedom to sail and to soar, the
Ability to believe and to always know there is more
Sound is a blessing for those that can hear
A curse for those that refuse to adhere
Sound is not something that is audible in all cases
The greatest sound is that heard by all people, no matter what their social graces
The sound we are most familiar with is weak in many places, and
Not heard by many that lack a sound structural basis
The sound all men hear is the sound we all know,
The sound we became familiar with before man was known
Sound is good to those that listen,
Bad for those that follow another mission, and
Seen by all in those that it glistens
Are you deaf to the sounds that surround all life and anything found?
Are you listening to the messages that give you passages?
Are you speaking to others, or aloud to the masses,
Helping them hear the everlasting classes?