Many of my poems include sounds.
in the distance
years gone by
I rediscovered the next poem in my summer archives. My great-aunt, Marie Schwanke, was a pioneer in special education.
in Aunt Marie’s pitcher
gifts of late August
As I worked on this post, I recalled Psalm 150 (KJV). Here are verses 3-5.
Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp.
Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs.
Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high sounding symbols.
Ellen Grace Olinger