David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,924 Points (Covington Kentucky)

Last Sounds I Hope To Hear - Poem by David Whalen

Distant call of blue-jays
Deep rumble of a Harley Twin
Children’s laughter
Bagpipes skirling, “Amazing Grace”
Crackle of summer lightning
Popcorn popping
Someone calling my name
A Dobro and a blues harmonica
Whistle of a steam locomotive
A calliope
The chuckle of a brook
The quiet of a happy house
Thank you
Looks really good, doesn’t he”
“Guess we’ll never find the money”
Bees buzzing, making honey

The very last thing
That I’d really like to hear….is
“I love you”… I always loved you”,
softly whispered in my ear

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 26, 2010

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