My Song...
Base-drum trotting down the dusty road,
Slow horse whinnying for his apple,
Trees sighing in the wind,
Birds chirping tirelessly,
Guinea fowl gallivanting scratch, scratch.
This is my song.
Turquoise waves lapping the burning shore,
Composing enchanting lullabies,
As gulls argue rudely,
About bird politics,
Rollers smacking me, making ears throb.
This is my song.
Familiar clank of kitchen pots,
Reassuring chatter of fam’ly,
My mom’s blissful laughter,
The teasing sound of jokes,
Sunday, the fam’ly lunch lunchy-ness.
This is my song.
Earphones blaring, thumping Aerosmith,
Cleo and Mia whining, singing,
Their sad, doggy blues,
Snuggled up in my bed,
Mom softly sighs: ‘Good night Carly bug.’
That’s my song.