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Christie's song

Updated on August 14, 2010

Noises of slow quailing

Other than that absolute stillness

All minds

All matters

Clearly and correspondingly together



All of these live pests

What a beautiful mingling harmony of an engrained dance

A smoky horizon

Hiding all the usually seen trees

Latching doors

Latch them tight

For they will be tempted to break apart

Break past from the outside in

I wonder if their songs are still being sang and I wonder if they are still intoxicatingly sweet

From now I will hear the creek

The air that moves it

And to the crickets who try and sing your song

I will try and give it a listen

From here on


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    • Sunshiney31 profile image

      Sunshiney31 7 years ago

      Well really for reals thanks for reading! I shall go and check out some of your hubs.

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      Barbara 7 years ago from Stepping past clutter

      Noises of slow quailing...

      I imagine this song and long to hear it for reals, as my kids used to say.


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      freelanceauthor 7 years ago

      Nice poetic hub, reminds me of the good ol days

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      ralwus 7 years ago

      WTH is a Sarah Palin ad doing here? LOL I do love the night sounds of summer.

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      Sunshiney31 7 years ago

      well I'm grown up :)Thanks

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      G L Strout 7 years ago from Ohio, USA

      Well done. It reminds me of my childhood on the farm.

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      Sunshiney31 7 years ago

      thank you both for the kind comments

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      Mentalist acer 7 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      A creek of inward perception!;)

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      poetvix 7 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

      Beautiful with an organic quality that makes me want to walk in the woods.