Posts Tagged ‘sounds’


Listen to the sounds of night
Such matchless orchestration
Hear those tiny creatures
Employ their syncopation

Birds sing bedtime vespers
Mosquitoes hum along
Beetles click their castanets
As night breaks into song

Crickets tune their fiddles
As bullfrogs start to drum
Cicadas add a shrill whir
And there is more to come

Dragonflies rattle crisp wings
As they dart out of reach
A watching owl gives forth
With high vibrato screech

An old oak tree creaks a bit
Adding a note or two
Its leaves tap, tap a window
Making their band debut

An earlier rain contributes
A gentle rhythmic sound
As drops of rain plink, plink, plink
From leaves onto the ground

As evening starts its tune-up
Sounds blend in harmony
And the orchestration that is heard
Is Summer’s Symphony

4/20/86 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

5’th … PAW (in Pa) 1990

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My Memory



I have no mind for fine details

I don’t think that’s so bad

I can’t remember dates and time

But just emotions had


I can’t remember what you wore

The first time that we met

But I remember your sweet charm

And your smile’s with me yet

I don’t remember where it was

I saw a mockingbird

But I’ll remember always

The lovely song I heard


I don’t remember where we went

To view an autumn scene

But I won’t forget God’s palette

Of reds and golds and green

The day I hiked a wooded trail

Is lost, as far as date

But not the smell of scented pines

Or the wild fruit I ate


I can’t remember verse or words

Of songs Mom sang for me

But the soft sound of her sweet voice

Lives on, in memory

The dates of childhood illnesses

Are all forgotten now

But I won’t forget the feeling of

Mom’s hand upon my brow


I can’t repeat the headlines

The day that I gave birth

But the memory of the joy I felt

Is the sweetest on this earth

Yes, I do forget the details


And distance, time, and names

But everything that touches me

Is a memory that remains


Friendliness, love, and tenderness

A sound, a taste, a sight

That’s what I remember well

And for me, that=s quite all right


3/8/90 –  Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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It’s said my dogwood murmurs
But the sound comes from bees
As worker-bees stuff pollen
In the pockets on their knees

9/12/00 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Mimosa fans, edged in pink,
Arrayed in dainty clusters,
Float on down like whirlygigs
Or mini feather dusters.

7/12/00 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Fragile gossamer wings
Dip to kiss a dandelion,
Creating a minuscule breeze
And an explosion of tiny parachutes

8/3/90 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

1’st … Arkansas NPD 1990

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