Michael Townsend Williams
IS A DOER WHO LIKES TO BE.

Listen

Listen mindfully.

The low moo of the cow

The different caws of of rook and crow

The skylark warbling up above

Sparrows indignant chatter as we walk by.

Greenfinch, Goldfinch, unknown bird,

Quack of duck and whistle of train

All these are the sounds of my countryside

Not right, not wrong, just as it is.

The rumble of cars

Broken by the roar of motorbike

Clatter and crash of recycling being removed

The whirring of helicopter flying overhead

Barking dogs, some we know, some we don't

Hum of dragonfly and rustle of leaves

All these are the sounds of my countryside

Not right, not wrong, just as it is.

Listen closer and hear

the wind brushing my ear.

Go deeper to the whistling of tinitus

to the sound of my heart, my breath

And ever inward to the chattering of my mind

Some thoughts are known and some are not yet formed

All these are the sounds of my countryside

Not right, not wrong, just as it is.

By Diane Woodrow

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