by MarkHead

The day slowly stirs, glistening from the rain of yesternights storm

All is silent and not even the birds seem to disturb the morning

The usual sounds of the city, silent, no motor cars

Not the arguing agreement of neighbours

But the cries of child like delight are there

Whistles and crackers, tom toms and bicycle bells

Even the far off shadows of armoured frontiers seem softened.

Then a silence – a silence in which the decision to make coffee, pick up a book or
even do nothing doesn’t seem of importance at all.

Bicycle bells ring a ring, ring a ring ring ring

A child has a birthday today
And says hello! to the world.


Leave a Reply