There are voices
Which speak yet
No one listens
They’re heard in
Wildflowers and oh
Those breezes that
Blow through willows
In a baby’s
Gurgle and a
Puppies yelp in
A tire on
Moist streets and
A bicycle bell
Try to stop
Listening to those
Voices in your
Mind they lie
Listen to others
To hear the
Gleeful abandon of
Life and smile
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 