Sounds © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The chirp of sparrows building nests,
like the pealing of Angelus bells;
The chorus of surf's crashing crests,
upon the singing sea conch shells.

The whistling of my pewter kettle,
with the clink of ancient porcelain;
The homely chimes of kitchen metal,
while rain falls on my window pane.

The soft humming of a lullabye,
The latch turning at the door;
Leaves rustling in a silent sky,
Gentle footsteps on the floor.

But the sweetest sound would have to be,
the sound of sonshine d calling me.