Coming Sounds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Coming Sounds



Listening to bees buzzing around,
hearing jets fly overhead with
motors running loud.

Hearing cars upon the road, wind
blowing from the north and all
sounds just coming to me as I
sit here by myself.

Thursday, March 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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