The Awakening
by
David Pekrul
copyright 03-08-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
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A myriad of sounds invades my dreams,
as my mind tumbles in sweet confusion.
The smoky whistle of a train winding through the valley,
each shrilling burst growing ever louder
as it approaches the crossings.
Birds greeting each other with sounds of mass confusion,
while every now and then a raven complains about the noise.
The curtain of traffic; humming; hypnotic; steady;
until it becomes unnoticeable,
blending into the very fabric of the approaching day.
Then my weary conscience gives notice to rays of light,
bouncing from wall to ceiling,
then back to wall and coming to rest
upon a mind too tired and groggy to comprehend.
I try to fight back, but the sensations overwhelm me,
and I awake to face another day.
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Anthony says this sounds too much like a fairy-tale. Thank you Anthony, that is a wonderful description, however, this poem is based on the sounds and sensations I experience each summer in my neighbourhood, as we sleep with the window open. A train does, in fact, wind through the valley, in the small town below our neighbourhood. The bird population seems to be very noisy (in a good way), and that is what quite often wakes me up
Life is good in my little town in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies. I wouldn't change it for any place in the world.
This is a wonderful way to wake up! Having said that, this also sounds like a fairy tale! This is what I hope my later years are full of, but present life is not as warm and cosy. Your poem is wonderful and sometimes I wish we could just hit the snooze bar! Thanks, Anthony
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