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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Copyright 2024
by Bill Ferguson
All Rights Reserved