Let Go and Listen

The wind blows behind the glass window But I hear boys and girls, laugh in front of it They are loud and playful... But make no room for other things to be heard A dark haired boy screams The rest scream along and laugh But I sit there still trying to hear the wind A browned-eyes boy speaks the rest sit still and quiet it was then that I hear the wind but was alone at the doing of it He speaks his words The rest clap Clap! But I remain still not showing any sign of respect I keep trying The wind keeps blowing It wants me to listen But as long as I'm there trapped Not a chime I can hear I open the door Walk away and set out to hear again it is there waiting and whispering in my ear Annie B. 23rd of Nov, 2009