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Natural Music Revised

Poetry By: Ava Rosien
Poetry


I wanted to write something that would create an image and sounds into the reader's mind. Hope I was successful with this piece of fun verse.

This was a much shorter poem, but dibble dabble challenged me to add more sounds...sighs
Here ya go dibs. :)


Submitted:Mar 6, 2013    Reads: 20    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


Natural Music

A wagon went a rocking down an old dirt road;

the horse out in front; confidently strode.

Wheels on the rocks made a crackling sound;

horse's hoofs clip-clopped along hard ground.

~~~~~

The old man in the wagon; whistled on his way;

together they all made music; in a natural way.

Wagon rounded bend; and by the roadside stood;

a man and his dog beside some fresh cut wood.

~~~~~

The driver offered a ride to his final destination;

the man took him up; without procrastination.

The music as before, was made of natural sound;

added to the beat was the barking of the hound.

~~~~~

The man with the dog sang a song in tenor tone;

in the back of the wagon; dog chewed on a bone.

Was a symphany of sounds heard on that day;

as the wagon rolled along; on it's very merry way.

~~~~~

Down the road a bit, was a farmer stuck in mud;

trying to get his cow out; both covered up in crud.

Tying the cow to the wagon, they pulled her out;

farmer was so happy, he let out a grateful shout.

~~~~~~

The bell around cow's neck; rang out clang-clang;

She just added to the music that the wagon sang.

With a crackle, clip-clop; whistle, clang-clang and bark;

they continued down the road; though was getting dark.

~~~~~~

Four miles out of town they came across a gent;

thrown from his horse; it was clear he was spent.

In his large satchel he carried silver and other ware;

in hopes to sell to all the folks in the town's square.

~~~~~

With the music of the wagon; he pulled out two spoons;

clicking together on his knee; he could play some tunes.

Crackle, clip-clop, whistle, clang-clang, bark, sing; clickity-click;

cow started mooing; she needed milking; she was getting sick.

~~~~~~

They picked up one last rider; who had a leg made of wood;

When offered a ride in the wagon; replied, "I think I should."

As the music resumed, he tapped wooden leg on the floor;

one good thing about that leg; no worries it would get sore.

~~~~~

One more mile to go before the town would come into sight;

they traveled in natural music; as dusk turned into night.

Crackle, clip-clop, whistle, clang-clang, bark, sing; clickity-click; moo and tap-tap

Into town they rode, playing natural music; people stood with mouths a gap.

~~~~~

The singing man jumped off; with his barking blue tick hound;

the farmer took his cow to milk; before she spilt it on the ground.

Gent and his wares for sale, was last to leave the wagon's tune;

all would remember riding in the wagon on that hot day in June.

~~~~~

The old man at the reins; bid the men goodbye and goodnight;

then off he rode in his old wagon; while he whistled out of sight.

No doubt he'll find more riders, to join the wagon's sounds;

and they'll all make natural music,as he makes his rounds.





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