Silent Spring


There's nothing worse than a silent Spring.

No children's laughter or song on the wing.


Of a mating bird in the mood to sing.

No insect buzzing in the heat of a Summer's day.


No owl hooting the dark night away.

No dog barking you'd wish go away. 


No sound of geese flying south in the Fall.

Nor rustle of leaves as a squirrel plants its all.


The crystal clear bells of cold Winter no longer chime.

The wild sounds you hear are only in your mind.


As you watch the wind howl and know it will bring,

A rancid, putrid, and most foul silent Spring.


Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull




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