A full moon
rose high in the sky,
I sank down
below the covers…
Another
night alone on the farm,
Just myself,
three dogs, no others.
Cricket
chirps became a symphony,
Bull
frog solos filled the air…
They
suddenly fell quite silent
The night
heron must be there.
I heard a
plane pass overhead,
The
passengers didn’t care at all,
About the
sounds I was hearing
Like the
mice inside the wall.
The propane
furnace had clicked twice,
First the
fan, then the pilot light…
On Mariposa
Road in the distance,
A freight
train whistled in the night.
Three
thousand six hundred and fifty
Times I
heard these sounds alone…
Always
anxious for tomorrow,
Always
waiting by the phone.
Now four
decades later I hear,
Eagles,
ravens and incredible winds…
I still long
for Marfargoa sounds,
But
everything unfortunately ends.
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