Ears

Ears hear the sweetest strains,
Floating in the air.
Off upon the country-side,
Falling everywhere.

Sweet among the brooklet sounds,
In the deep ravine.
Cutting to the upward rim,
Roaring in the pine.

Thunder in the distant hills,
Just before the rain.
Wild-wind driving furiously,
Out across the plain.

Hear the whirring-cars go by,
Out there past the gate.
Every one can faster go,
For the road is straight.

Sounds are joyfully sounding out,
Moments bring them near.
Tremors on the earth around,
Coming to my ear.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

This is a 3" polymer clay likeness of my Grandson's 'Velveteen Rabbit' that he calls 'Bunny'. I made it for him because 'Bunny' is getting pretty old and this can be a remembrance.