Day on the Deck

I thought someone was humming,

A plaintive sort of tune,

And briefly wondered, who?

The voice  seemed strong

And carried through  green leaves,

And fir and pine surrounding

My retreat.

Subsequent, my curious ear

Recognized what I did hear.

Twas tire -whine  on dampened  street

Where those who hurry, rush by

Impelled by feet attached to levers

Reaching engines using fuel to turn their wheels.

How kind, if life would let them sing a tune along the way

And bless the  air with music and

Relax with me some day.

    

Geraldine Byrne