Nature is Noisy
I’ve spent my life
Living in the city
Among the hustle and bustle,
Surrounded by my fellow humans
And all the noise we generate.
Just stand on any street corner
And open your ears to the
Cacophony of life around you.
I finally retired
And decided to make the move
To the country.
A small house surrounded by
Trees and fields and a babbling brook.
I looked forward to retiring
In the quiet.
What I found was a very noisy,
Calming kind of quiet.
Sitting on my porch I listened to
Birds chirping, frogs croaking,
The wind blowing through the trees,
Brooks babbling, cicadas screaming,
Crows cawing, owls hooting
And all manner of creatures
I couldn’t identify
All speaking their own language
Loudly and clearly.
I stepped away from the hustle and bustle
Of the city and stepped right
Into the hustle and bustle of nature.
Let me tell you something,
Nature is noisy.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 