March 2020

The wind blows across the open fields

Elevating sound to just above silence.

There are no trucks as I walk 

Down the middle of the road.

No noise from the highway.

No discernible sounds.

It is a strange feeling 

Yet it is stark in the peacefulness.

A deer crosses the road in full daylight.

There is some rustling in the leaves

A chipmunk appears and then darts off.

Turkeys appear, taking their time

Searching for fresh meals.

There is no sound of busyness

No people sounds

No sound at all

Except the wind, 

Gently blowing across the field

In March of 2020

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by Bill Ferguson

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