A noise from my childhood, well I don't know,
a bird, a sparrow, ‘twas so long ago.
A carp when it splashes spawning in the lake.
The roar of a lawnmower, or the swish of a rake.
These are some noises, just a few,
which one shall I write about?
I wish I knew.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem