siren
The siren wails below the meadow As a boy cries it’s mother home But I stay put, the sun is warm and the grass is tall The trees sway and the sun approaches its zenith The siren still wails its echoing sigh “Damn the siren”, “Damn the noise” I dream of the morning fog; The pleasance of the silence unknown But the silence is no more and I must take action I head inside, and close the doors. The silence returns in the comfort of the home Joyous, I go to the window, to still take part in the day And among the flying birds and expanse of blue sky A distant smoke plume Tall Grass Meadow at UCSC
