Up just after dawn
The sun shining its peace upon me,
Natures Symphony welcoming me to the morn.
Music from the radio
Complementing nature,
As it does every morning.
The words of friends read
And then the muse struck,
Calliope looking down on me
And the words started to come,
To come on the page.
I was lost in my world,
My world of nature,
My world of music,
My world of words,
I was suddenly pulled out,
Pulled out from my reverie.
A hammer was striking loudly,
Then the sound of a saw
Hiding the sound of nature.
Then the final straw
A road drill started
Drilling holes in the path.
So it had gone,
My blissful time of quiet
Had been eaten,
By the industry in the world.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After hearing part of the William Tell Overture a couple of days ago, here is the full beauty and power of the piece which relates to the words that I have written.
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Aww, your peace was shattered!
Someone on a bus, seemed to be talking and laughing to herself. Had some phone wire in her ear. It was a peaceful ride - when she got off the bus! Horrible cackling and jabbering on it was.
There are so many people around now that seem to be attached to wires, such a shame.
It was awful. you will know similar. it was like some mad woman jabbering on, and people were annoyed on the bus.
A wonderful write Goldie!
Thank you Kat, most kind.
That was rude intrusion! I was there with you in the quiet and then I could hear the jack hammer.... thank goodness and aren't we lucky to have our haven homes!
Yes our haven homes are so important, especially in the peaceful times.
I can empathize
- great write Andy.
Thank you Michael.
That drilling finished now....?!
PARDON! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
We all enjoy the convenience of our services laid into our homes, take them for granted even.But they come in concealed beneath that tarmac highway.
One man's blissful relaxation in the comforts of home is possible because another man dug the road up!
You could have been in bed.
As an early riser you'll be aware of how many daylight hours are available to the working man these summer mornings. Farmers are about the only manual workers who utilise them.
Yes very true da, those early mornings are precious to us but thankfully the noisy ones do not start until after 7:30 am.
Thanks ANDY for anther spell o' Guillaume Tell ! The Good Book says there will 30 minutes of silence in Heaven ~ but never again on Earth ! There is sound that soothes (like Sinding) but most 21st C sound grates. Thanks for caring ~ Yours B & A
we may not be able to find silence but I can get to chose which noise I would like to here be it music or natures symphony, it is the intrusive noise that can annoy someties.
Very nice, G. My peace is often interrupted at the drumming of a pileated woodpecker on an old hollow tree!
That is part of natures symphony, nothing wrong with that in my book wc.
I had never heard of pileated woodpecker so looked it up, it is quite a big bird isn't it? i bet it does make quite a noise.
yes, G. the pileated woodpecker is a rather large bird and can really drum out some decibels. there's no mistaking them with other woodpeckers.
This was brilliant and ending was just superb. "1st" world problems huh
Thank you Dan. Yes certainly 1st World problems.
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