Sounds

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Listen to this poem read aloud:
I have heard the wind,
On deep black nights of crystal stars,
Whisper, whisper through the trees.

The secret silence of a meadow
As the snow sifts slowly, softly down.

I’ve walked the shore
And heard the sea surf singing.

But most of all, the sound I love,
Is that of children dreaming.

Copyright 2005 Jim Ivy

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