Noisy Sounds in Quiet Places
©02-02-2020, Olan L. Smith
Noisy sounds in quiet places,
And fireworks sing a tune still ringing in
Church steeples. Preserve the time,
Come noon ring the bells, scurry
The church mice into dark corners;
Noisy sounds in quiet places.
Trains coming and going, living near
The tracks is a fun thing for
The young in this country town.
Stop, lay a penny on the track
See it flattened, a cool experience.
Blow the siren in unobtrusive lands.
Swim in the tank ponds, always plenty
Of them around, a need for every track and spur.
The cattle moo, dogs bark, and gunshot rings out.
A young boy falls to the ground in a small town.
The horn blows in a broken town.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...