Sight and Sound

A Country Symphony

Conductor like the bird of dawn

Crows to wake the day new born

And with the rising of the sun

The chorus to the day is sung

Great Beethoven could not aspire

To match the splendour of this choir

With time the chorus dies away

And country music starts to play

The whinnying of a pony wild

The crying of a fretful child

The cuckoo’s oft-repeated call

A stamping horse within its stall

The skylark sings till day is done

Like Icarus rising to the sun

Water babbling in the brooks

The noisy squabbling of the rooks

In ecstasy the mating frogs

Croak close harmony from the bogs

Hum of bees as they dance with flowers

Rattling roof when summer showers

The clap of swan’s wings call for more

And moorhens bob encore encore

All seem to join in joyous round

In nature’s symphony of sound

Heavenly music on such a scale

At eventide the nightingale

Sings its prelude to the night

Till owls clear call ends its delight

But the most assuring music

Of many a long and sightless day

Is the tap, tap of my white stick

Along the sound rich darkened way.  

  ©Arthur F Mylam