If there could be a moment's peace -
just one minute long -
from all this...
drilling
grinding
crashing
sawing
mowing
strimming
revving
roaring!
Just one minute long...
to hear spring draw in breath
before singing her song.
You make a good point Susy, but as my Mother would have said - It's better than being deaf. I just skeedaddle off to my allotment and listen to the birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soulfully penned a sad truth!