Your sound,
(for it is a sound and not a song)
Rides aloft the salty air.
No bells ringing,
No choirs singing,
Only your contented call,
Your calming tuneful screech;
My favourite festive fugue,
A welcome call from familiar shores
To which I return each Christmas.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Your sound,
(for it is a sound and not a song)
Rides aloft the salty air.
No bells ringing,
No choirs singing,
Only your contented call,
Your calming tuneful screech;
My favourite festive fugue,
A welcome call from familiar shores
To which I return each Christmas.