Pubber of the Year ... 2016

Voice (Andrewagreen)

Voice

I called my name it echoed back

It sounded down the lonely track.

I made the journey all alone

To find a voice that I could own.

Who would hear my anguished call?

Was anyone there who'd hear at all?

How could I give my feelings voice

Strike perfect chord, make perfect choice?

Plaintive cry of abandoned child?

Abrasive, angry or quieter; mild?

Serious, thoughtful, say what's meant?

Or play for laughs and merriment?

Take moral high ground, lecture, preach

Or tone it down yet quietly teach?

Forget all rules, be sloppy; cheat

Or be meticulous and neat?

Roar of a lion or grunt of bear?

Scare you stiff and prick up your hair?

Or a gentler, quieter rhythm keep;

Ethereal, light but the meaning deep?

I called my name it echoed back

It sounded down the lonely track

I heard my name, it took some time

But now the voice I hear is mine.

I have a voice and out it rings.

I've found my voice; a poet sings.

I hear my voice, it took some time

But now the voice I hear is mine.

So hear my voice it calls to you

I know my voice I'm calling you.

Each find your own and let's all sing

A hymn of praise to everything.