How does it seem to you?

[Jo McDonald]

It seems to me I'd like to go
Where bells don't ring, nor whistles blow,
Nor clocks don't strike nor gongs don't sound,
And I'd have stillness all around --

Not real still stillness, but just the trees'
Low whisperings, or the hum of bees,
Or brooks faint babbling over stones
In strangely, softly tangled tones.

Or maybe a cricket or katydid,
Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid,
Or just some sweet sounds as these
To fill a tired heart with ease.

If 'tweren't for sight and sound and smell
I'd like a city pretty well:
But when it comes to getting rest,
I like the country lots the best.

Sometimes it seems to me I must
Just quit the city's din and dust,
And get out where the sky is blue----
And, say --- how does it seem to you?

     Eugene Fiels

[frawin]

Jo, I like that poem.  Sometimes when we go to Mother's I enjoy the sounds that are described in this poem.  Sometimes you can hear several kinds of birds, and at night the coyotes, etc.  The sounds of towns and cities are far away from my mind then.
Myrna