Stories & Poems ~Poems

~A yearning for Sark

Let me not hear the rush of cars

so early in the day:

the noise pollutes the softest hours

and steals my thoughts away.


The sound of many a natural thing

has such a sweeter tune,

but all I hear is the tarmac ring

when I waken in my room


It is in quiet I am inspired

without the need to pray;

let me not hear the sound of cars

at any time of day.



©Carl Ross

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