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Parked upon a city street---the windows rolled way down,
I heard and felt surrounded by the many varied sounds:
The mournful coo-coo-cooing of a lonely turtle dove,
A cheery mix of chirping from tree limbs high up above.
The whoosh and backwind flutter of some cars as they did pass,
The vroom-vroom and vibrations of a lawnmower cutting grass.
The rhythmic pitter-patter from a sweaty jogger’s feet,
The hassling of the jogger’s dog amidst the summer’s heat.
The slamming of a car door and the tooting of a horn,
Again the sole dove’s cooing (sounding eerie and forlorn).
Accelerating engines of more cars along the way,
A wind chime’s simple concert brightens up this doleful day.
The barking of a playful dog and voices calling out,
A rustling of the leaves---the wind was tossing them about.
The world abounds with poetry---make sure you pay attention;
And then you’ll find a gloomy day turned into one that glistens!
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Church E. Modlin, Jr. grew up on a farm in rural Eastern North Carolina. He works as an accountant/CPA but has always desired to become a writer. He has dabbled in poetry and letters-to-the-editor for some time and has recently become more serious about his writing and would like to become established through reputable periodicals leading to possible publication in book form. His poetry spans from light and comical to somewhat serious, including political, family, and religious themes.
For more of Church's poetry, contact her below.
This poem Copyright ©2004 - Church E. Modlin, Jr.. Reproduced with permission.
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